Grandpa!
Sunday, August 25, 2013 at 11:16AM
Gary L Kelley in Fatherhood, Grandchild, Grandpa

It wasn’t odd for my 26 year old daughter to invite me over to her house for a barbeque….but on a Friday night?  Unheard of!

The usual texting around who was coming (my son, his wife, daughter and her boyfriend) and who was bringing what was enjoyable.  Of course, it strayed into who has the prettiest cat, etc.  All fun.

The night arrived and we all enjoyed a delicious barbeque chicken meal, along with some delicious corn.  All in all, a normal get together.

Suddenly my 29 year old son hops up and runs to the kitchen cabinet, grabbing a package wrapped in Christmas paper and handed it to me.  Hmm.  Now THIS is odd.  It’s July!  I was being told I had a gift to open.

Opening the package, I was greeted by a baby’s onesie.

My mind was a whirl.  There were two females in the room, and I quickly looked in each of their faces.  It was obvious.  My son and his wife were preganant.

“Really?” was my initial spoken word.  OK, in retrospect perhaps I could have summoned up a better reaction.  At the time, it was what I was thinking.  Was this really happening?

Hugs took place, with more appropriate congratulations.  My daughter asked if I felt older….and the truth is while I didn’t feel older, I had an odd mix of feelings.  It was an odd mixture of pride, fright, happiness, etc.

Wasn’t this the same little guy I was considering the right words for his impending wedding?

Wasn’t this the same little guy who slept overnight outside the San Diego Convention Center for Comic-Con so he could get seats for a 2:30 in the afternoon Game of Thrones panel?

Wasn’t this the same little guy I used to carry around like a football?

My little guy was quickly transforming into a man right before my eyes.

Once the entire calamity settled, my daughter asked me what advice I would pass on to my son and his wife.

Hmm.  (Thank you, Erin, for asking simple, light questions to keep the party going.)

Kids are such a HUGE responsibility.  They are a lifelong commitment.  And they do NOT come with an instruction manual!

My response was simple one.  Breathe.  I think I would have been a better dad had I breathed more when presented with the challenges of children.  Whether it was something the child was doing, or not doing, taking a split second to reflect would have made some of my responses more appropriate.

One of the things about having kids is it means hope.  Hope for all of us.  Hope for the future. 

In the last 24 hours, I’ve had more time to reflect, and have started a list of what to tell the kids.  It’s incomplete, and I’d like you to add to it.  After all, it takes a community.  Due date is in February, so we have time.

So here is the beginning of my brainstormed list:

 

This is just a beginning list.  A starter list so to speak.  What advice would you give?

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