Krista, our daughter, and her youngest son, Jacob Wesley.
I remember vividly the day that Gladys told me over the phone that she was pregnant with our first child. Driving home that afternoon, the smile on my face was so big that I had to look high. And I remember every detail of her birth on March 17, 1982.
Her birth taught me what real excitement was. I had no siblings and I was raised by a single mom and up to that point, I may have held a baby for no more than 30 seconds. Then Krista came and I couldn't get enough of holding my daughter and just looking at her. I quickly got into changing diapers and giving baths. When she was awake, I would talk to her non-stop about everything.
Then, she married Adam and we got his call that our first grandchild was on the verge of being born. We aimed for the hospital in Carmel, Indiana and we were welcomed into the grandparents waiting room where Gladys and I drank French press coffee and then Adam came and got us and we saw our first grandchild Xavier. That was eight years ago.
Now the news; Krista called us a short time back and told us that number four was coming along sometime in March. Wow and wow. What started as just Gladys and me is now twelve counting our pre-born grandchild.
It's a big cliche, but each one has their own unique personality. Our son Justin and his wife Lauren have a son and a daughter.
I wish God had a section of the Bible for grandparents on how to effectively plug into your grandchild's life. There's a lot to share in a "here's what I learned" fashion for each of them.
Maybe I should write it down. It could be a gift for each one, a little piece of me.
And for grandfathers who have taken a pass on developing a relationship with their progeny, I would encourage them to stop and take a deep breath and rethink their position.
I know one grandpa who wrote off his grandkids and it was the kids who lost. And the grandpa was a big-time loser too.
Thank-you God. "Guide me as I continue on as the patriarch of this side of our family."