Grandfather, pah! Why, oh why, do I need such a handle? But when I look down into your little face, you can call me anything you like because you are so precious. I just didn’t expect that I would be around long enough to see grand kids, but here I am holding this sweet and precious tiny baby. How in the world am I going to live up to this title? When I think of grandfather, I think of all these wise things I’m supposed to know and be able to teach you, and I feel inadequate to the task. Yet, I am feeling so proud that I know I will hurry and become as wise as possible because I want to be as important to you as you are to me.
Oh no, isn’t there something about handing down a legacy, too? What legacy? What exactly have I accomplished in all this time that I can hand down to you? Okay, my knees are going weak. I think I’ll sit in this nice rocking chair and just continue to gaze into your sweet little face, somewhere, somehow, some way, I will get it all together and hand down something of import, I just have to figure out what that is…
As I began a gentle rocking motion, I went way back and started remembering my growing-up years and a chuckle escaped. I think I’ll start with stories of your dad that will hopefully get your liking me and then I must think of some things that I can teach you that your dad might not. I don’t want to compete for your attention, but I sure would like to be significant in your life.
I continued my rocking motion and noticed you beginning to stir. Oh no, will you cry? Maybe I can start telling you a silly story and you’ll be okay? As I gaze down into your beautiful dark brown eyes, I realize everything is looking a little fuzzy, dang. I will not cry like some silly woman.
“Hi”, I said. Wow, can I find my words or what?!
“Uh, I’m your grandfather, Bill. I’m hoping that we will become real close. I’m so excited you’re here, and I’m so grateful that I am getting this opportunity to get to know you. Please don’t cry,” I choke out as baby Dylan scrunches up his cute little face, but thankfully he only lets out a buster yawn. Hm, does that mean my introduction was boring or maybe he doesn’t like my voice? Wait, he’s looking right at me! Is that… is that a smile?! Nope, that’s a grimace and now I know why.
“Martha?!” I whisper yell, calling out to my wife. “Dylan just farted on me and oh man the smell. Here you take him,” I practically thrust Dylan at her and jumped back as far as these old bones would let me.
This grandfather business is scary, but I think I’ll stick around and see how it all plays out.