Well here we are, the one-month birthday of my new grandson.
What new lessons has he taught me lately? Well there are a couple more that he
taught me since we last talked.
First, there are the 1001 different facial expressions that
are a pleasure to see. Some have been serious, some just plain cute, and others
downright comical. Oh, to know what he might be thinking through each of them!
My daughter has shared some incredibly awesome commentary with the many
pictures she’s posted on Tinybeans. (By the way, if you’re not familiar with
Tinybeans, it is an excellent non-social media network medium to share those
priceless pictures of the early years with your loved ones and friends. Eat your heart out, Facebook). Maybe
she’s on to something. After all, who can know a little boy as much as his
mother; I love it!
When I think of some of those awesome facial gestures that
my grandson makes, especially the more comical ones, I can’t help but think
that just maybe he has a little of his Opa in him after all. Like my brothers
and my father before me, I’ve been known for being somewhat of a humorist with
puns and one-liners being a common part of my repertoire. In other words, I
love a good laugh. Maybe my grandson will inherit that trait as well, and perhaps
to the chagrin of his parents, be the fourth generation of comics. But then
again, who says that the dear boy can’t learn a trait or two from his Opa, even
if it is simply the ability to laugh and make others laugh. Note to self: laugh
more often, especially in his presence. Maybe my love of humour will somehow
rub off.
Another thing my grandson taught me recently is that there
are only a few things in life that really matter: eating, burping afterwards, a
good poop, and sleeping. Oh, and did I mention that he really likes boobs? As I
thought about that, I couldn’t help wonder where we complicated things more
than that. Feed me, burp me, change my dirty and wet pants, and let me sleep.
And, of course, don’t forget the boobs! (Maybe that last part is just a male
thing). Where did we ever lose sight of those priorities? Oh, to be able to
turn the clock backwards to those innocent years of long ago. But then again,
if I could somehow do that, it would still be a terribly long time until we
would meet. Hmm, maybe better scrap that idea.
So, happy one-month birthday, little man. Thanks for
rekindling this old man’s formerly cold and dry heart. Thanks for giving me
something to smile about again. Perhaps most of all, thanks for making me an
Opa, and for maybe being able to pass on that distinctive humorous gene. I love
you, dear grandson. Welcome to this old world; may you somehow make it a better place.
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Lessons My Grandson Taught Me; Part 1: Click Here
Lessons My Grandson Taught Me; Part 2: Click Here
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