The text came last September when I was staying in a hotel at the Edinburgh Airport. Since my husband had returned home the week before when I took my pilgrimage to Iona, I was in the room alone. The text included the picture of the sonogram of our first grandchild, and that was when I learned we were having a boy. I cheered and clapped my hands, and shouted, “We’re having a grandson!” Tears streamed down my face as I studied the sonogram and listened to the beat of his heart, over-and-over again, letting the joy of that moment sink in.
I wondered what he would look like, if he’d favor our son, Brooks or look more like my daughter-in-law, Emily. What would his personality be like—what blend of family characteristics mixed with his own unique traits? It would be so interesting to watch him unfold.
Months before, I had assigned a ‘Prayin’ Tree’ (see post-Jan. 6, ’18 ) to Brooks and Emily, and I saw it as a Family Tree—knowing they were ready to start their own new branch. I chose a large river birch with a wide expansive canopy that was in the yard of one of our neighbors. Every time I walked past it I prayed for our baby. Once I found out we were having a little boy, I imagined him climbing the tree. Later, I’d find out the couple in that house where the river birch grew was wanting to have a baby, and now they are pregnant. Maybe my prayers helped them, too!
Over the months of anticipating our grandson, we’ve had those moments of concern when we waited for test results—for Emily and for the baby. Now there’s so much information these pregnant couples deal with that weren’t routine 33 years ago when I was pregnant with Brooks. They researched car seats and strollers and the endless number of products on the market. They’ve had baby showers and been honored by family, friends, and coworkers.
All these months of build-up to the birth of this little boy and the call finally came this past Tuesday at 5:00 a.m. They were headed to the hospital. It seemed real and surreal at the same time, quickly getting ready and heading out for the five-hour drive. At first, I was anxious that we wouldn’t be there at the time of his birth. But I shouldn’t have worried, because it was a very long labor. After being together in the birthing room, trying to encourage Emily along, distract her from her pain, we moved to the waiting room and took breaks to the hospital cafeteria. Since I’d left my computer and writing paper in the car, I opted for working on a blog for Wednesday on brown paper napkins. It became evident that I would not get that blog out that day because I just could not focus on anything but our baby.
Finally, at 8:44 on Wednesday morning, May 2cnd, almost twenty-eight hours after the call, our little boy who we’d anxiously anticipated for so many months, arrived. What joy to hold him in my arms and see the face of the grandson I’d only dreamed about and caught a glimpse of in a sonogram. And what a deep sense of gratitude to see my son holding his son and looking at him with such love, seeing his son’s sweet face, a moment I’d dreamed of.
All the months of anticipation had led to that sweet moment. A new chapter of life is opening and I feel the fullness of God’s blessings and thanksgiving that mother and baby are fine and that I’m a grandparent, “Grammy” they’ll call me until he figures out what he chooses to call his grandmother. And whatever will be fine with me.
How about You?
What is it you’re anticipating in your life?
How has or will life change for you when what you’ve anticipated finally arrives?
6 thoughts on “Sweet Anticipation”
Congratulations! I’m so happy for you.– Erika
Thanks so much, Erika. Now we can share Grandmother stories!
Best to you,
It certainly changes your life being a grandparent is the best! So happy for you and for Brooks and Emily as they begin the joy of parenthood!
Yes what I’ve experienced in a few days is life changing. I look forward to sharing this with you.
Congratulations – what a beautiful baby!
Thanks so much! He is wonderful.