*in the voice of a wrestling announcer* “Born on march 11th 2021, weighing in at 6.6lb introducing Kaleb” *crowd jumps to their feet, cheers, and applauses*
The long awaited child born to my eldest and his fiancé after years of trying and being told that it wasn’t possible. For someone so small he really is such a huge blessing. I won’t lie, I am heart broken that my grandparents never got to see my son become a father in person, but I assure you they are here in person and help guide him to us.
Since then things have been ups and down with his weight but the first three months after birth (in my experience) is always the toughest. Now with the thanks to lots of hard work, tough feeding schedules and a few dietary changes he is gaining weight and thriving. By gods he is such a happy and alert little dude. I have mange to grab a few cuddles and we had a lovely little gathering the day before father’s day. I didn’t want to put him down.
If someone had told me before hand that I would love anything as much as I love my children I would of told them that they were talking utter rubbish, but they would of been right and it is something my emotions were not prepared for. Heck they still are not prepared for it all. Seeing my boy with his boy brings me to tears. All in a good way even if I still can’t help but wish that my grandparents were here to love, and spoil him as much as they would of done. This does mean that it is now my job to bring the boy that love as well as my own. How my heart can be so broken yet full at the same tine is beyond me.
I guess with our family dynamic I am now the matriarch of the family. I’m not the oldest female that is for sure but I have been told that this is now my role and who am I to argue with that?