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Anticipation grabs the human soul like no other electrifying experience. So, I played it cool when we boarded the plane in anticipation of spending time with our first granddaughter, our second grandchild. Everyone took their turn while I gave my attention to my I-phone.
Eventually, just as I suspected, someone asked, “Do you want to hold her?” I looked up surprised and acting detached and other-worldly occupied, “What? Oh, sure.”
This little life was carefully handed over to me. She was so tiny. The warmth of her little body felt good in my arms.
With attention I cradled her in the crook of my arm and caught her in the palm of my left hand. There was no weight to this little package. It wasn’t long before I melted into her world.
Her soft breathing made me sigh with joy. Carefully I took her little hand in between my finger and thumb. The tender skin, perfectly formed appendage broadened my smile.
It was natural to rock the newest member of our family. Gently I hugged her. Then I kissed her.
Babies smell so good. They wiggle in grasp of their grandfather. Surely, they love the comfort of protection, affection and admiration of their favorite relative. It is instinctive.
In this small world between granddaughter and grandfather, the other people around us faded away. Now, for all time a bond was forming that would be everlasting. Nothing could break was being established at this moment.
I was falling in love with another human being with whom I have not yet had a single intelligible conversation. Nevertheless, no one would dispute its reality or its beauty.
There is nothing comparative about a Grandfather’s love for his grandchildren. Love is never about such small distractions of others. Instead, Grandfathering is only about concentration on the blessings in the arms at the time.
Favorites are not allowed when love is completely pure, unselfish, giving and overwhelming. We who wear the badge of Grandfather can’t be bothered with attention hived off to total strangers. Love is fully devoted to a the little life at hand.
That’s what the touch of a granddaughter will do. It melts the strongest of men, the most accomplished of me into a bowl of gelatin ready to be molded into whatever this little life desires. That’s why God created little ones with little fingers; just the right place to wrap Grandpa around.
photo credit: KJB photography