Emerson

One of my blog readers commented that I had not shared much about my time with Emerson. I think I have been reluctant to reflect on my time in Columbus because I don't know when I will see them again. Usually my life is planned out for months - a trip to Columbus to see Aaron and Andrea, then a trip to see Sara and Jason in Texas, then maybe a trip to Oregon to see my dear friend, Jennifer or something with my sister or family and then the cycle would start over. I always knew when I was coming back. But I have no plans to leave Stillwater now. My daughter will come in late July but I am not sure when I will travel to see her or to see the Boyles' in Columbus. I have let that sadness and uncertainty steal the joy of my time in Columbus.
What was it like? How did it feel? Many friends have told me there is nothing so wonderful as being a grandparent. Being the parent of two compassionate, kind, considerate, loving children is pretty amazing. It was remarkable to be an observer - to watch Aaron and Andrea care for Emerson. I didn't want to interrupt the beauty of their teamwork. Then came a moment when both parents were occupied with other things and Emerson needed an arm. It was my turn. Into my arms came this precious bundle. I was no longer an observer but a part of Emerson's world. I patted, sang, kissed his soft cheeks and took in all of his babyness. I love babies but oh how I love THIS baby. Tears came and thoughts of John and how much he would have loved this moment. I enjoyed every minute with Emerson. I watched bath time, diaper changes, tummy time, and even read him a book! I was amazed at the effort it took to load up the stroller, baby, dog, stuff and the three adults into Andrea's small car to go to the park! I babysat and Aaron and Andrea went out for dinner.
And then it was time to fly back to Minnesota. I had big plans of seeing Emerson often and helping Andrea this fall when Aaron is away for some classes. It has been difficult to let go of those plans and trust God with my relationship with Emerson. Just as this opportunity came to see Emerson, Aaron and Andrea, another will come. I will wait and I will remember how Emerson felt in my arms, his sweet smell and the smiles he had for his mother. And one day I will hold that precious bundle again.