Yesterday I should have written about our youngest, (the baby) grandson. I was there when he took his first breath, and heard his first scream which brought tears of joy to my eyes. He was a trouper and struggled through some transitional breathing right after he was born..boys will be boys..his Mother was madder than a hatter because her labor progressed so fast that there was no time for an epidural..she was a tad cranky…and he was so beautiful..scratch that ..handsome.
Adam was nine years old yesterday..it only seems like yesterday that he was born. He was so tiny when we were all shocked to the core by 9/11. His Mother and I both held him and cried that day, because we knew that his life would not be at all like ours had been, our innocence and sense of freedom was forever changed.
He likes to swim, and is part fish. I watched from the shore, he did ask me to join him one evening. “C’mon Grandma put your suit on, it will be fun!” I knew he would want me to jump off of the diving platform..and no one should see their Grandma either crying or wetting her swimsuit.
A few weeks ago, I asked him what he wanted to be when he grew up. He replied “ I want to work at Wal-Mart and help people find stuff.” A little later, we were at our old resort and we explained to him that his Mama grew up there and that there were lots of cottages and a house there a long time ago, and that his Mother hated it there at first..but then she grew to love it. There is one log home there now. Adam said “I think I will buy this place some day for my Mom.” I hope he moves past the Wal-Mart helping people idea.