Grandchildren Bring Me Such Joy

What brings a tear of joy to your eye?

I’m not one to easily cry but upon the birth of both my grandchildren, it almost done the trick.

I felt immense joy when my grandson was born and I held his little body in my hands. He was 6 weeks premature but had been born at a healthy weight of 5lbs.

I felt exactly the same when, almost a year later, his sister was born and weighed just over 7lb.

The miracle of life; the result of the multiplication of cells, oftentimes equating to replicas of the owners of the ovum and sperm that come together (sigh), it is a beautiful thing. It is a gift that, unfortunately, not all receive, and not all realise how precious the ability is.

To bring a life into this world and sustain it; emotionally, frugally, mentally, physically and spiritually, is not always an easy task. Sometimes not a great deal of thought is given to it, and each of the components have value. There is an African proverb that says it takes a village to raise a child. This means it takes more than just the parents, but a family and a community. But what if there is no family? Suppose family is just a single mum (or dad) that is struggling to make ends meet, and it is required that the individual has to work to pay bills, on their own? If that is the case, each of the aforementioned values are affected.

So many things can be unpacked here, but I will go no further as, the question was what brings a tear of joy to my eye? My response was that my grandchildren almost made me cry. In another post I will explain why I felt the birth deeply and why I give thanks for their lives so often.

God bless you. I remain Relentlessly Unapologetic, Unapologetically Marcia x