Our Grandson
Recently, my wife and I returned from a trip to Brussels, Belgium. The main focus of our trip was to see our grandson and assist his parents. Although, we already knew from pictures sent to us on the internet that our grandson was an outstandingly cute baby.
In fact, it’s a necessity for the human baby to be cute, because at 4 weeks they are little more than a digestive system struggling for survival. At times, our grandson appeared to smile, but that facial expression, as well as, his blatting most likely were indications of gastric distress, which is to be expected of a developing digestive system. The potential for a extraordinary young man is there, but at this point he’s only interested in eating, which unfortunately interferes with his mother’s sleeping.
My grandson and I are not timid, when it comes to communicating our needs. His daily blats are reminiscent of my daily posts on this web site. When upset by something we both have difficulty being patient and suppressing our feelings. The process allows me to develop my writing skills, while he’s develops his lungs.
Our grandson is totally dependent upon adults for his survival and the next year will be the challenge of a lifetime for his devoted parents. Our trip to Brussels provided an opportunity to evaluate his parents on how they were holding up to the sometimes overwhelming demands of parenthood. They’re doing a fantastic job and have learned that team work and sacrifice can solve problems, which initially seem insurmountable.
Observing our son and daughter-in-law tending to their child with loving care, brought my wife and I great joy. They have begun to fulfill their role of creating, sustaining and protecting a human life, which is instinctive to the human species. That role has brought us a lifetime of happiness and satisfaction.
Before returning home, I reminded our son of a poem by Rudyard Kipling, which both he and our daughter have heard from me before.
“If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too; ”
In fact, it’s a necessity for the human baby to be cute, because at 4 weeks they are little more than a digestive system struggling for survival. At times, our grandson appeared to smile, but that facial expression, as well as, his blatting most likely were indications of gastric distress, which is to be expected of a developing digestive system. The potential for a extraordinary young man is there, but at this point he’s only interested in eating, which unfortunately interferes with his mother’s sleeping.
My grandson and I are not timid, when it comes to communicating our needs. His daily blats are reminiscent of my daily posts on this web site. When upset by something we both have difficulty being patient and suppressing our feelings. The process allows me to develop my writing skills, while he’s develops his lungs.
Our grandson is totally dependent upon adults for his survival and the next year will be the challenge of a lifetime for his devoted parents. Our trip to Brussels provided an opportunity to evaluate his parents on how they were holding up to the sometimes overwhelming demands of parenthood. They’re doing a fantastic job and have learned that team work and sacrifice can solve problems, which initially seem insurmountable.
Observing our son and daughter-in-law tending to their child with loving care, brought my wife and I great joy. They have begun to fulfill their role of creating, sustaining and protecting a human life, which is instinctive to the human species. That role has brought us a lifetime of happiness and satisfaction.
Before returning home, I reminded our son of a poem by Rudyard Kipling, which both he and our daughter have heard from me before.
“If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too; ”
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