I got a haircut the other day, my friend Joan was the cutter, while we were talking she said she had he most wonderful news for me.
What, I asked?
I’m going to be a granddaughter she said. She said it was the best thing that had ever happened to her. Her pregnant daughter and her husband spend every Sunday afternoon at her house.
They never miss a Sunday, she said, and she loves the son-in-law as much as she loves her daughter. Joan and her husband are going to make Disney Reservations for 2020 in a week or so, they want to make sure their grandchild gets to go on all the good rides.
Joan asked me about my granddaughter Robin, and I wasn’t quite sure what to say. I miss her, but I haven’t seen her in months, and probably won’t get to so to New York any time soon.
I can’t imagine a life in which Emma and her husband Jay came over to have dinner with me every Sunday, I don’t think that is something they would wish to do.
I’m not sure it’s something I would want them to do. I think they need to have their own lives, and I need to have mine, and we will meet in the middle from time to time.
I talk to Emma often, and perhaps when Robin gets older, we’ll talk often, also, I hope. I can see the personality shining through.
I’ve always liked the idea of Emma having her own life, unencumbered by me, and I want the same thing for Robin. That is a painful reality for me sometimes, but I accept it.
Emma and Jay have always been gracious to Maria, but I can’t say that they are close to her or know much about her.
I love everything I know about Robin, especially the gleam in eyes, she has so much personality and sparkle in those eyes. It would be great to get to see more ofen, I love the spark in her eyes, and will figure out how to get to see her shortly, perhaps over the holidays.
I love my life and I accept it, this is the path I chose. I love that smile.
I find this post curious and baffling as it is so far outside the realm of my experience that I cannot imagine feeling the emotions you feel. It is impossible that my father and I ever could have felt encumbered by one another. He has been dead for 33 years, and I would give anything to see him and speak with him again. But even now I feel his love for me as I have all of my life and it is a great gift to feel every day that you were and are loved.
Its good to step out of one’s experience, Barbara, it’s healthy and quite common. I don’t find it as remarkable as you do, that I have different experiences with people/ To me, that is the wonder of being human, and the stuff I love to write about and explore. I’m glad you had this gift, but it really has nothing to do with me. You don’t have to see the world the way I do, and I don’t have to see it the way you do. But I’m happy that you got to have it, you are fortunate.
I have written before about how the baby looks like her grandpa. Now that she is older she looks more like her grandpa. I know before when I wrote this, you totally disagreed, however, I still see that light in her eyes as I have noticed in yours sometimes…
Congratulations grandpa.