I knew it wouldn’t be much longer. I had been tapping my foot and sitting in this waiting area for what seemed like an eternity. I knew from the moment I saw him that it was already too late. Cupid reared his ugly little pampered butt and straight up shot me through the heart. There was no way I could undo the damage.
“Sebastian,” they told me was his name. I knew once his little grip met with my writhing finger, that this was a bond I hoped would last. A flash of light went off and I looked up just in time to meet the shuttering lens of my niece. She had a good eye for capturing moments in time.
I never thought becoming a grandmother would be so enthralling. My husband grabbed my hand and smiled at me. If there were anything worth living for, this was one of those moments.
“Mom,” I looked up to see my daughter’s sweat drenched face. “You did wonderfully baby,” I answered. I got up from my chair, slowly. “These knees ain’t what they used to be.” Her hubby offered me his arm. “Be careful mom,” he responded as he handed me my cane. I walked over to my daughter who was now cooing Sebastian in her arms. “I am so happy he is finally here,” I bent down to give her a kiss on her forehead.
I never thought this day would actually make it. All those years of tears and the battles I had to overcome to be here today. It all made sense, it was all worth it.
I loved when my daughter would ask me the story of how she was born. I had to admit, it was a most frightening time in my life, but I lived to tell her the story when I would see her eyes light up with wonder. How could I have ever questioned my own existence when everything all adds up to the little moments that we seem to take for granted?
“Here mom, take him for just a moment, I need to rest,” she urged me. I hesitate, but obliged. “Just a moment.” I make motion to her hubby to bring me the unoccupied chair in the corner of the room.
I held that baby like he was the son I never got to raise. His beautiful swollen face resembling his great grandfather, his long fingers reminding me of my sister. I’m sure he had a resemblance of his father too, but for me, seeing my family reborn in this little, tiny baby was everything.
I watched my daughter as she rested. They both slept silently. I used to hold her in my arms just like this and now my grandchild. I sigh and let out a deep breath. What an amazing gift. A tear seems to escape me. What a precious joy. Another tear trickles down my cheek.
My husband is staring me down from the corner of the room and I notice as he lifts his head above his newspaper. He doesn’t think I’d notice, but that glisten in his eye tells all. There comes a time in a marriage when words are no longer necessary. I just give him a look and I can tell he’s smiling, even if it’s hidden behind that darn newspaper of his.
The nurse comes in to let us know some of the extended family has arrived and helps me with the baby. “These old achy bones aren’t what they used to be,” I mention to her as she takes his vitals and checks on my baby girl.
I’m so gosh darn proud of her. So proud.