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On Friday morning at 5 AM, I received a text from my daughter Maggie. At first glance, I thought it was a screen shot of the weather app. I started my morning routine, fed the dog, turned on the coffee. After my first sip of coffee, I opened the text again. It wasn’t the weather app. It was an app for timing contractions. And the intervals were 3 minutes apart. My response, “Seem pretty close together. Are they getting stronger?”
“Yes.”
“Wake someone up. I’m coming.”
I met Maggie and her husband Grant at the hospital at 6:30 AM. My first grandson, Leo, was born at 11:22 AM. And he is absolutely perfect in every way.
I had heard from others that I would love being a grandmother. The feelings are taking a while to really sink in. The best feeling of all is being satisfied with being me. I’m not sure that makes sense, but I am just so plain happy.
All our lives we seem to be in search of elusive happiness and a sense of contentment. We are always seeking something, longing for something, wanting something. Being the mother of a mother makes me completely whole. I have done my work.
This feeling may pass, especially as Christmas approaches with all its obligations. Even so, I want to soak it all in. I want to look at Baby Leo and Be with my happiness.
Circle of soft thread
wraps this perfect gift of love
All is well, is well
(c) Margaret Simon
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