Today we took Bo home to Lincolnton for him to meet his great-grandparents, Matt’s Nanta and Pa. Matt grew up next-door to his Nanta and Pa, and they were practically a second set of parents for him. I knew they were beyond excited to meet their grandson’s son and it was, of course, a very joyful first meeting.
At one point, Matt was outside with his Pa and it was just me, Libby (my mother-in-law) and Nanta sitting there. Libby was holding Bo, and Nanta was looking at Libby. The room was quiet, with everyone’s focus on the smiling and cooing face a baby. I couldn’t help but wonder what it must be like to look at your own child holding her grandchild.
There’s something about a new baby that just makes you take pause and remember the importance of family and the lines you’ve come from. And as cliché as it all is, it makes you realize we’ve all started off from the very same place and if we’re lucky, we start our lives being held in the arms of many different people who love us and are just excited we’ve shown up in the world.