First and Again
Last week something wonderful happened…
Johnny and I are so pleased to welcome our new grandchild…
Henry James Usher
In a feeble attempt to reign in my overwhelming desire to overshare, I am limiting myself to passing along just two, no make that three, of my favorite memories during this first week of grandmotherhood…
Here’s a picture of us reading Good Night Moon… it was his mother’s favorite.
If you look closely, you can see that I had a beautifully unexpected, but undeniably ugly cry, as I vascilated between treasured memories of the past as a young mother reading to my own newborns and this wonderful present reality…
Our baby had a baby.
Now I am holding him in my arms reciting the same words I read to his mother and her older brothers before her. As I flipped each page, the words rolled off my tongue as effortlessly as the tears flowed down my cheeks.
“For this child I prayed.” 1 Samuel 1:27
Now he’s here in my arms and I am back in the great green room with a telephone and a red balloon and a picture of….
I was so excited to read him that book, a first for both of us.
As he heard my voice, his dark blue-green eyes found mine and his squirminess melted away.
His mother and I have thoroughly analyzed his responses. Did I mention that she’s an SLP too?
Rather than continuing to gush about how well he responded, let me sum it up by saying, “He’s ready.”
Second delightful memory…
The next night at about the same time, our daughter said to me, “Mom, he’s about to enter his most alert phase of the day. Let’s set up those new black-and-white picture cards and watch how he responds.”
Again, he wowed us with visual alertness, beginning tracking, and even uncoordinated reaching attempts toward the cards… twice.
It’s as if I can see his new little neural connections firing!
My caption for this picture is…
Grow brain, grow!
Just a few moments later, the third memory-making event occurred…
This time his mother did the ‘wowing’ by seamlessly initiating the cutest original social game I’ve ever seen with a newborn.
She was playful, deliberate, and repetitive as she established their very first verbal routine… beginning with a look, followed by an easy movement with an exaggerated, elongated vowel, and ending in a tiny, punctuated kiss.
I couldn’t have done it (or taught it!) better myself.
He was enthralled.
So was I.
I will spare you even more gush about how well she’s doing. Let me sum it up by saying, “She’s ready.”
I love this.
I knew I would.
Actually… it’s even better than I imagined.
“Every good and perfect gift is from above.” James 1:7.
Thank You, God.
And thank you for indulging my new season of grandmotherness by reading this entire post. I had planned to write about it, get it out of my system, and be back to my normal posts and self tomorrow.
This week Johnny told our daughter that her whole perspective on cognition and language development was about to radically change.
Having a baby of our own certainly did that for me as a new mom and a new therapist.
Now an older, wiser me thinks it may be happening again.
Not only for our daughter who is experiencing this herself as a new mother and new therapist, but also for her mother, who is not-so-new at anything anymore, yet is filled with wide-eyed anticipation for all the things she… I…. will get to experience.
This time I know what to expect.
And I think it may change me forever.
“LaLa and Yonny love baby.”
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