Monday, May 14, 2012

Beneath the Arbor

We sat beneath the trees. The sun shining, spring flowers blooming, birds singing and mimosas in hand. Once in awhile someone would yell squirrel, and Millie would bound across the yard in pursuit. It was a perfect Mother's Day.

Judi, my son's mother-in-law, and I were basking in the time we had with our grown children. I've often tried to explain to my children how much a parent loves them no matter what their age. In fact, the adult child has more years of this love that grows even deeper over time.

We await the twins. The parents full of anticipation of the unknown. Two mothers who remember their pregnancies and births. Two parents full of rules for the new babies, er, mothers. And mothers who wish they had thrown away Dr. Spock. Two parents wanting a normal life. And two mothers knowing that life will be more wonderful than they can imagine. A love came to us in a warm bundle and grew much too quickly into an adult. If only we could give them the knowledge we have now.

I guess we aren't meant to know and understand what lies ahead. We make that journey on our own. I didn't know how to ask for help. I didn't want help. I didn't know what I would miss, because I was so busy moving forward. How I wish I had had the chance to video my babies. How I wish I had taken the time to record their words and actions. How I wish I had relaxed and just taken it all in. Maybe that's what grandparenting is all about, taking it all in and jogging those memories we have forgotten. Perhaps it is about that calming we can give when the stress of crying babies and dirty diapers seems overwhelming. Perhaps it is about the sweet memories we collect at this later time in our lives. Those that keep us warm as our bodies move on to an older age. Perhaps it is the gift of understanding we can give the new parents. Most of all, it is about the love we can give.

We sat beneath the trees sipping mimosas, talking around the beautiful floral bouquets our children had given each of us. Millie wanted to chew on the flowers. It wasn't a surprise. Earlier she tried to eat my scrambled eggs. It was a beautiful day beneath the arbor.

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