For many women the first grandchild equals old age, maturity, senior citizenship status, and many other things associated with the so called and feared going down the hill. Last night, I received the blessed arrival of my first grandson, a beautiful nine pounds, four ounces boy with the name of an archangel.
After many months trying to visualize what my reaction would be, nothing compared to that moment. It was a mixture of happiness, surprise, pride, and gratitude for one more blessing in my life. In a second, I thought about him, his features, what his life will be like, his future ups and downs, his own personal blessings. I saw him as an adult in the body of a newborn.
I saw myself as a young woman, giving birth to my first child and went through the whole process once again. I saw myself again, as the vehicle of new life through the birth of his father. I went back to my eighteen birthday, when I was expecting anxiously and worried about the life my own children would have when I was a child myself. It has been a lifetime, four children, and many learning experiences. It is amazing how stories repeat and this is an extension of my own.
In retrospection, this has been the most wonderful Christmas present; a new generation born from my own. Looking back, I have had all the wonders of life. Even in my worst moments, I have had little angels guiding me and my new grandson is another one who will guide me and teach me more lessons.
I am forty-three feeling like eighteen once again. I have found peace and happiness in life. I have understood that in life we have to let go and accept the world just as it is because in the end, things do not happen to us at a personal level, things just happen and there is a lesson we should learn through each one of these lessons. It is better to accept, think deeply and react according to the laws of nature, instead of trying to be in control of every single situation we are faced with in life. I have learned that unconditional love is the thread that will keep us together as one big family. I hope, one day, I will be able to transmit all these teachings to my grandson, probably over many Christmas days together.
