In five days, God willing, I will be a grandmother, Nana, according to my son,
That is what he called my mama and that is what he wants his first born to call me,
I am so okay with whatever that baby chooses to call me,
I love Amira as though she were already here, though they live many miles away,
We are already preparing as though she were here…the guest room already has a nice,
Pram at the foot and the bed is covered with things I have purchased and that people have placed in my hands…small things…
I am ready to start her college fund as soon as she has a social security number,
And tell her the little bit I know,
But mostly I want to love her, hold her close,
Watch her sleep, smile,
Read to her,
Let her know how special she is to me…
This past weekend I sat in a funeral, a joyous celebration, actually, as it should be,
On the seat in front of me sat my husband’s second cousin, Dee…
Next to her was her husband,
Next to him her nephew,
Who was sitting next to her brother and his wife,
And what I loved was how Dee’s baby,
Went from her arms, to her husband’s arms,
To her nephew’s,
Then her brother’s and his wife’s,
And most beautifully, the rapturous looks on their faces as they loved and nurtured that child, what a legacy of love,
Later as we sat at the house, eating, talking, laughing and reminiscing,
I watched as the children were fed first,
Then allowed to run free on all that wide open land,
Where someone always had an eye on them,
Or as the baby lay on it’s grandmother’s chest, with them both dozing,
While her younger sister walked towards the lemon trees,
Holding the hand of her grandfather,
And laughter rang out from all the other children,
It was beautiful,
Because those children did not have a care in the world,
And children shouldn’t,
They knew they were loved,
And that someone always was looking out for them,
And in the mornings when they woke,
Someone would be there,
And at night if they awoke,
Someone would be there,
What a way to allow kids to be…
So beautiful…
More blessed….
Love and Peace,
Angelia (NANA)
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