Sleep in heavenly peace…

I could easily have put him in his crib when he fell asleep in my arms but I wanted to absorb every single moment of time I had with him.  There is nothing in this world so precious as a little child sleeping and that level ramps up even higher when it’s your child or in this case,  my year old grandchild.

Even when he sneezed carrots all over my blue shirt and made it polka dotted, I still loved him with all my being.  There is this metamorphosis that occurs when you go from being a parent to a grandparent.  Things that once would’ve exasperated you are now cause for a laugh and smile.  You have no problem spoiling the child or slipping them a cookie when the parents say no.  After all, you outrank them 😉

You play incessant rounds of patty cake, this little piggy and watch television programs that make your eyes glaze over but you sing along anyway; occasionally making the matching animal sounds. He’s just barely a year old and I have sung so many nursery rhymes and the alphabet song to him as I’ve watched his smile go from toothless to seven teeth.

His big brother the teenager has a shadow now on his upper lip that he is very proud of and his voice has changed but I happily recall holding him like this and singing the same nursery rhymes.  Now his head is all into video games that I have tried – and failed miserably – to play with him.  I know when to quit and walk away.   We’re all convinced all of the food he eats goes to his feet.

And of course it all began with holding their father, my first born, like this when he was a baby and singing to him.  I was much more sleep deprived doing it though.  But I can say that thanks to those round the clock feedings I discovered Doctor Who one night while flipping channels and rocking him to sleep.  🙂