Bliss

 Becoming a grandmother or a "Nona" is incredible. 

As a writer, I have to say this has for now left me without words. But, I have LOTS of pictures—most imprinted in my heart. 

I've enjoyed watching my daughter and son-in-law pull together—they didn't really need to pull much closer. They are working like a team. 

I forgot how a tiny cry can turn a house upside down. That first night with the baby home it seemed to take three adults to figure out what to do each time she awoke—loudly.
 

She is a tiny miracle. When I look at her I feel as if I am looking through a window into heaven. Indeed from the first hour of life she is "fearfully and wonderfully made."  So alert and complete and her own distinct personality. 


I felt very privileged to be in my daughter's home and help for five days—cooking, straightening, washing. I kept remembering when my mom was there for me. She somehow was everywhere I needed her, showing up with a snack or a pillow or a glass of water when I sat down to nurse. When my husband got home from work, she disappeared into another room to let us begin to bond. I remembered and tried to do the same. I think it worked. 

When I finally had to go home (my first day without baby hugs was tough), my son-in-law assured me I didn't wear out my welcome. Mission accomplished as my first job as Nona. Helpful but not TOO helpful.