GRAM BIRTHDAY

Happy 3rd Birthday, my sweet little man. This is a page from my journal written about the day you were born– the day I became a “gram”. You fill my life with joy and I know you are a gift from God. I love you so much!

“Almost time.” The doctor passes through a hallway, tugging glove and gown in place. “Not long now.”

Motions, sounds, breathings slow. Universe suspends time. Forehead pressed to wood-grained portal, I hear. “I hear!” YOU! First cry!

Grand entry.

Tears spill over, wash fatigue and fears past reach.

Wide-eyed staring back, you survey this misty mob.

Hands tremble as I reach—feel novice inexperience—new. Me, who mothers a trio of sons, your father one of them. Uncertain, this newborn grandmother.

Tiny package of You, swaddled warm, bundled hopes and dreams. Generation, genealogy, legacy. You to guard and nurture and spoil just enough to fill my role.

I try the name that we have practiced, pondered, and it fits this you. Little Man of ten toes, ten fingers,

fresh scrubbed person that I fell in love with before we even met.

Our Karson, blend of parent’s love, with bits of both and yet all unique. Perfect. Delight!

A bundle of gravity, weight to shape and mold, as Potter’s clay. To teach of steps, words, Scripture. To teach of Him, Life, Light—train up. To talk of Good News Eternal, God talk.

To catch fireflies with, watch caterpillars crawl,

to witness all through those eyes that blink back at mine.    

             

Behold, Children are a heritage from the LORD, the fruit of the womb a reward. Ps. 127:3.

Grandchildren are the crown of the aged, and the glory of children is their fathers. Pv. 17:6.