The Art of Love

Today my youngest and I had the pleasure of attending a baby shower for a family member. The tables were set up sweetly with pink and white. The food was scrumptious. We could feel the excitement of the upcoming birth. Our new mom looking radiant and her baby bump evident. She glows!

A baby brings peace and hope, the love is boundless. Sitting there today it took me back four and a half years ago when my first grandchild was born. The anticipation was incredible! We were so excited, we could not wait to hold the new baby. I remember going to a sonogram with my daughter-in-law and seeing my grandson for the first time. We swear to this day he gave us a thumbs up.

I remember when we got the call and rushed to the hospital. My sister beat us there and was in with Emily. Emily, my daughter-in-law is a warrior. She welcomed us in and spoke with us through her contractions. We stood bedside admiring how well she was handling her first time in childbirth. My son was a little sad his Grandma and Great Grandma could not be there for the birth, both were in Heaven. I told my son they have already held him and seen him, when he is born he will have a dimple on his chin where they kissed him before he was sent to us.

Martin, my son, was in the room all through labor waiting for his son to be born. My best friend and I in the waiting room. We waited for what felt like an eternity, but truly it was only six hours. I can still hear the sound of my son’s footsteps as he walked to the waiting room. I stood and waited by the doorway for him. My friend asked how I knew it was him. I said, “I have listened to my son’s footsteps since his first step.”. His face when he saw me, we both cried as he announced, “Mom, I have a son! Are you ready to meet your grandson?”. I walked in the room and there he was a dimple on his chin, the most perfect baby boy. He was ten minutes old when I held him for the first time.

There is something about loving someone more than you love yourself. Our children and our grandchildren bring out that love, that mama bear in us, that limitless love. We do our best to raise our children with the knowledge we have at the time. We may not be perfect but we do the best we can with the tools we have. Grandchildren are a little different, we have already raised our children and have more knowledge. We do not have the stresses of working to keep a roof over their head, food in their bellies, clothes on their backs or of raising them and hoping you did it right. I do know nothing else matters if you do not do well in raising your children. To me, it is the most important part of my world.

Grandchildren and time with them is a gift the same as your own children. I love time with my children and grandchildren. It is amazing watching them grow. the boundless and limitless love we have for our children. The best part is when your children and grandchildren know you really do love them to the moon and back again.

The art of love and forgiveness. The art of doing our best for those we love. The art of life. Art is truly around us in so many facets. I guess you could say it is how you view things in life. Congratulations to our loved one and a new baby soon to arrive. I cannot wait to hear the footsteps and hold the new baby. Much love to all of you and may your days be full of love and blessings.

Until next time.

The Happy Mileurs

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