Last night while driving to a baby shower for my son's new baby due in March, my daughter called to report the findings of her ultrasound to determine the sex of her baby. She started out by saying we had one boy's name picked out but not two. It took a minute to grasp that concept. What? We are having twin boys. Damn. I wasn't a grandfather three months ago and now I will have three boys. I struggled when people said grandpa and now I am one. The news made me numb so I cannot imagine what my daughter felt. Not too long ago she said I am not sure I want to be a mom and I looked at her and replied, it is a little late for that and you will be a GREAT mom.
Last night I could hear in her voice the difference. She was excited and anxious but her voice was truly happy. Granted it will change their life forever. As a couple, they have enjoyed the process of the first three years of marriage, moving forward in their professions and the experience of having enough money to do what they want. They questioned having a family and, perhaps, having one child. It is funny how God works. You don't always have a say in how your life will play out. I am at a pretty good spot in my life with my career, my children, and what I have accomplished. I am unsettled when I look at how much more I could do and which road to choose for my future. Everyone offers their opinion on grandchildren and how they will change your life. I don't disagree but I am not like most others in many ways. I understand that a child with your blood running through them will change how you feel. My goals include travel and possible relocation with potential for outside U.S. soil. My experience with children including my own is my interest increases as they become more mobile. Tiny babies are not typically my deal. It could change when I can hand them off for the night to their parents and say "sleep well. I will."