News Flash- Baby Boy Born Beautiful!!

Shouldn't the world stand still for a time? Shouldn't the sun shine brighter and the breezes blow a bit more gently? Shouldn't the stores close and the shop keepers go home? Shouldn't the friends along my way be begging me for a picture, a story, a word about this great event? I am certain the newspapers have nothing more important to report, and even if they do, my news should be on page one, Headlines. I am quite sure I heard more birds singing more beautiful songs this week, and those flowers I saw along my way have been brighter and more vivid in color.



My heart is sad for the women in my peer group : friends, strangers, family, anyone who is the least bit over the latest child-bearing age, without grandchildren.

The world stops and another newer, brighter, happier sweeter time of life emerges as the first grandchild thrusts itself out of it's mother's very secure womb. At first we are not sure, we hesitate, wondering if death is around the corner, if our knees will suddenly begin crippling, if the people we pass on the street will look at us like, heaven forbid, we are OLD. The baby is cute, looks like her side or his side of the family. He is colicky, she is calm, he is fat and chubby, she is blue eyed or pimply. He or she is looking at me, I think. Those are the first few random thoughts we have as new grandparents.

Then it happens. Out of nowhere, unannounced, uninvited, unexpected, it happens. We rearrange our lives, schedules change at a moment's notice, sick days are used up at work, vacations suddenly include new ideas of shared destinations, more rooms, paid for by doting parents. The drive of a half an hour, or two or seven becomes easily made without complaint when once it took 'forever' to drive the same distance.

What caused these sudden lifestyle changes? Was it mid-life crises or inheritances being anticipated or even received? Was it careers becoming fulfilled and at the top of our list of life goals?

It is simpler than that, more subtle, more invasive. It is a grandchild. We cannot be stopped, we are grandparents on a mission!! We will accomplish our goals of seeing, holding, playing with and watching any event including the name, picture or being of our grandchild!








When you meet another grandparent or gather with friends who are grandparents, there is an unspoken understanding of camaraderie and connection. You are wise beyond your years, naturally, so if someone doesn't have a grandchild, the words are not spoken, the pictures stay tucked in the pockets and purses. You talk about the weather, or the latest book you have on your bedside table. There are so many nice things to speak of with friends.








However, should you be in contact with another grandparent, and should the conversation be anywhere near the topic of cute, pretty, smart or talented...watch out! We remain so polite and we act so interested, but we are secretly knowledgeable and smug because without any doubt, whatsoever, our grandchild just IS. Is smarter, cuter, more adorable in glasses, sweeter, funnier, happier, more talented, had more horrible experiences in school, while maintaining their much better attitudes, and the list goes on.




What prompts my keen observations this morning is the main event of my world. He is now a week old, cuter than anything I have seen on Facebook or in photos distributed on the trendy websites of photos.



Baby Luke Gabriel was 10 little pounds of cute, so that alone must mean something important. He opened his eyes when I came into the room to meet him, again, quite significant.
His father is my firstborn son and if I start telling you about that life experience, we would be here all day! Suffice it to say, that when I held this baby in my arms, there was a flashback in time unlike any I had previously experienced with the other 10 (ten) I repeat, 10, grandchildren!



Watching my son tenderly talk to his son touched a part of my heart that had been nicely partitioned off lately. My inner conversations with God, Creator of my children and grandchildren, Sovereign Lord of my history and past pain, listened and comforted me. He gave me another reason to trust Him, to love Him, to be secure in His ways and plans for my life and it's direction.




I am a blessed woman, a servant of the Lord who has seen much mercy, much kindness and goodness, much joy. May I always remember that God has a plan for me. I read in God's Word in 2 Samuel these words:


O Lord God, You are God and Your words are true, and You have promised this goodness to Your servant. Now therefore, let it please You to bless the house of Your servant, that it may continue before You forever : for You , O Lord God,have spoken it, and with Your blessing let the house of Your servant be blessed forever.