There is something about a new baby, brand spanking new. The little noises they make. The little faces they make. The way they fit into the curve of your arm. Their tiny feet, their tiny fingers. Today. everyone was preparing to duck out for a doctor's appointment. I stayed behind with the idea to get my shower and be on my way before they got back.
There was a reason for it. I had such a fun stretch of days with my grandaughter while her parents were away adding a new leaf to their family tree. We played, a lot, and her favorite game is 'betending'. I myself am a pretty good 'betender', so we were having all manner of adventures. I gently prepared her for the fact that I would be leaving. "Why do you have to go?" she asked. I told her that grandpa missed me. I also told her that I knew she'd be able to help her mom and dad so much with the new baby.
I wasn't too worried about her. The day before I left, she was much caught up in the new experience of being a big sister, and that was just as it should be. She is about to embark on a whole new adventure. Slipping out quietly seemed the best way to handle it.
It is such a private time, a bonding time for the new family, a learning each other time, and I would have been an intrusion.
Still, it was hard to leave all that happy behind.
In the departure, there was a small moment. Mom had taken the oldest out to buckle her in her carseat. Dad had set the youngest down in her little bucket seat to go back for a folder that needed to go with them. There was a small moment of one wide awake alert baby studying the shadows on the wall, gazing around her with astonished little eyes, quietly taking it all in.
It was a happy trip, with a lot of small, happy moments. I'm so lucky to have been a part of it.