I am a grandmother. Waited a long time for this. Practiced a lot. It is a good kind of person to be. Eli’s grandmother. He is so beautiful. Rosy, sweet, soft, present. A rumble of physicalness in flow. He’s so overtaken by a sneeze, a sound, a fart, and nursing - godsmacked by nursing.
My child is such a great mother. Relaxed, real, a little anxious, a lot falling in love with her child.
And here I am again, falling in love with her in a new way.