Torn in half
My daughter is 2 weeks away from her due date.
Happy - sad.
I have two extremes in my life right now.
I have decided not to let either run into the other. I will be sad for my dad when the time comes and be elated for my grandchild when he arrives.
We believe in a Kingdom that will bring us all together one day and that hope resides deep within me to carry me through the hard times.
I have a job with heavy deadlines - the newspaper business is not stress free - it has its moments but it keeps my mind occupied. I need that.
I am excited to teach the little one new things - mom mom things and to introduce him to a world of exciting realms. I have already derived a mental list a creative bin all divvied into age categories. I am excited and fearful for this little guy coming into a world that is so jumbled. But I will welcome him with hugs and kisses and squeezes.
I will rest on that for now.
Dad will meet him I hope - if not it will be my duty to introduce him in pictures and stories.
But I have hope.