November 20, 2009
A Memorable Day
It can’t be Friday already. The week has simply flown. I had planned to write at least two posts in between the ones written for the Loose Writer’s Consortium, but no such luck. I did take time to list all the Consortium Writers in the column on the right hand side of the screen. I hope that this makes it easier to visit their sites and I encourage you to do so. The choice of theme for this week is A Memorable Day.
What could be more memorable than the day one finds out that they are at long last going to be a grandparent. I remember the day as if it were yesterday. It was March of 2006 when my daughter Kristi called me with the expected yet wondrous news that she was pregnant. She had gone through in vitro fertilization and two little developing zygotes had been implanted. Miracles of miracles. The doctor was optimistic that two such healthy implants would successfully grow and develop.
Bob and I were spending the week-end in Ventura. The weather was stormy, the sky overcast, the ocean grey and caliginous. I took a long walk along the beach, conscious of the blustery wind and the crispness of the ocean air. My walk became a prayer for my daughter’s dream of Motherhood.
Her call finally came through to our hotel in the late afternoon. The tests showed the in vitro succesful and she was indeed, pregnant. I hugged Bob and I found myself laughing and crying at the same time. I was overjoyed and true to course, I sat right down and wrote the to my future grand babies.
Oh My Little Fishies!
I am so beyond happy to know that you are growing and holding on inside your mommy’s womb. I call you “My Little Fishies” because while walking near the ocean this morning and listening to the rhythm of the waves, I thought about life and its very watery beginnings.
I thought about your lives in the gentle waters of your mommy’s womb and how you would soon be listening to the beat of her heart much as I was listening to the rhythm of the ocean waves. I knew instinctively, even before her phone call this afternoon, that cells were dividing and growing and that new life bloomed. I heard it in the wind and I saw it in the morning sky as the sun peeked through the clouds and smiled down on the world. Stay safe and healthy and God bless!
Your loving Nana Maria
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As poignant as the first time you wrote it. Oh how many smiles and tears have rushed your face since then. But no one can question that it was not a memorial day.
November 20, 2009 @ 7:18 amThanks, Mary
November 20, 2009 @ 7:36 amThis just makes me realize how long we have been cyber friends. You are right about smiles and tears. Family, as wonderful as it is, (And I would not change it for anything) is often a roller coaster of emotions.
A really wondrous and memorable day!
November 20, 2009 @ 7:54 amMar,
November 20, 2009 @ 7:56 amThank you. It truly was!
I saw Grandparent delight when our son was born. Alas, I have not yet been blessed with the experience, but I can well imagine the state of mind so eloquently described by you. As usual, great post.
November 20, 2009 @ 8:29 amRamana,
November 20, 2009 @ 9:15 amI went so long without grand babies that I used to fantasize being in the “home for the aged and bewildered’ and having one of my offspring bring in their first born. There would be the ancient me, drooling and toothless in my wheelchair, gazing at the drooling and toothless grandchild in a baby stroller. Thank Goodness, for my daughter and her desire for children.
How wonderful for these babies to have such a loving grandma! What a blessing!
November 20, 2009 @ 6:12 pmHow sweet!!!!!!!
November 20, 2009 @ 10:46 pmLuckiest grandchildren in the world (you have). Reading that just warmed my heart.
November 22, 2009 @ 2:08 am