I was reading an article this evening entitled, “10 Ways to Love a New Mom”. It jogged my memory back to the days when my babies were just days and weeks old. And I remembered how my Dad would just hold my babies. He would hold them and walk with them. With an infinite amount of patience and calmness… he would just walk with them. Anytime I would stop in to see my mom and dad, he’d greet me at the door, give me a kiss on the cheek and say, “Here babe, let me take her.” and off they would go. He would walk through the house, and with the tenderest voice you can imagine a grown man using… he would talk to them.
“Do you see this?” he would tell my 3 week-old son, “This is a light switch. Look I can turn it on and I can turn it off!”
“And this is a picture of you mama when she was just a little girl. Yes! That’s right! Your mama used to be little girl too, ” he would say as he lifted them closer to see the frame on the wall.
Of course the babies were always such intent little listeners, taking in every word that Grandpa said. Fussy babies were no match for Grandpa’s slow steady walking and quiet voice. It was such a relief to know that they were safe and happy, and I could just unwind and have an adult conversation with my mom. I know he loved being with them but I also know he was doing it for me too.
Thanks Dad! I can’t wait to see you walking through the house, quietly talking to this next little one.