As I get older, I often wonder what does it all mean and what are they going to say about me when I’m gone. I thought about that and I stumbled across this picture of my son running to my dad. I thought..wow this is it. I want my son to have that look in his eyes when he looks at his grandson. There is something to be said for having a happy child and an a willing grandparent. In the beginning, my dad sorted treated my new mommyness as some sort of outbreak of swine flu or something. Every once in a while he would drop off a case of water. He didn’t want to hold the baby. He was sort of..uncomfortable with the whole thing. But I understand now. I was/am his baby. As my role changes so does his. He is now a grandpa. Or as my son calls him. "Pop Pop" And now I am this all seeing, all teaching, all consoling, all snack and trash holding creature known as a mother. Wow! So my son is part of my legacy. The other part..hugs! I am a hugger. Sometimes when I meet somebody for the first time, if we have really bonded at the end of our meeting. I will throw a hug in there. If I have a fight with my husband, or my friend.. it will be followed with the phrase "C’mon lets hug it out". This picture is all me all day. Running to Pop Pop and giving hugs. My baby, my legacy. If he can sing and write I may have a r&b singer on my hands :)
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