Today I became a Grandpa for the second time in two years. When we went in to see my new grandson, and held him for the first time, he went right to sleep. Why? Because I am warm, and that hospital room was chilly. It seems that Warmth is one of my biggest contributions, as my wife has been using me as a heater, for more than thirty years…except when hot flashes turn her to ashes, and me exiled to my own side of the bed. Warm loving arms, and this baby had two sets of Grandparents, Aunts, and Uncles, and a Mother and Father, waiting to hold him, and welcome him to the world. What a gift to bring to a baby, a family that wants you. Another overlooked miracle. Not every baby comes to this earth wanted. Today, well, today, like every day of his life, there will be people who love him, cherish him , and wish him well.
When I looked at his little feet, and hands- knowing he was healthy- it takes your breath away to realize how much has to go right , for a baby to be born healthy- luckily, most are born that way. He has big hands for a baby, maybe he will grow into them. That is another quiet miracle, he will grow. At one time, we were all just moments away from our mother’s, and whatever happened after that, was because of the gift of life. Who knows what he may become, or might be? Nobody. Family will be there for him, and at some point, he will make his own way. Because he was loved, from the moment he got here, he will probably love a lot in his life. He will trust, and believe, and rely on his parents and sister, because they will be there for him. What a gift that young family has.
When I was younger, luckily, big families were not uncommon, and no one gave us grief for having double digit siblings. Nowadays, I have seen young mothers treated callously by strangers, for having four children. I don’t think people realize how powerful life is. Every person on this earth, has a chance, and that chance exists as long as they are alive. Sure, some have tremendous things to overcome, and they do. Others, well, life was just to much for them, or they were overwhelmed by it. You never know what person is going to contribute, or when. I mean if you tried to write a horrible life history, well, Beethoven, Benjamin Franklin, Napoleon Hill, Booker T. Washington, Maya Angelou, Oprah, and Nelson Mandella, Ghandi, and Mother Teresa – might be some folks you might want to find out about their lives. Or think about what they did with the life they were handed. Maybe you can see what someone like Judy Meisel, or Viktor Frankel did with their lives, after the horrors of war. Or maybe Grandma Moses, who became famous after seventy. You never know what your life meant to others. Or, for most of us, what it even means to ourselves. Because of Kathy and I meeting all those years ago, two young people got the miracle of life. Now, two more people are here because of them. The world is a slightly better place because of those folks being here.
If you could go back and see me as a small child on West 30th street, in no way, shape, or form, could you have laid out my future life. It was an ordinary life, in so many ways, which makes it an extraordinary life. I got to live it, share it, make mistakes, and be forgiven. I have had to forgive, or rather, I learned to forgive. I have experienced the different roles that love puts in your life: Son, brother, brother in law, son in law, husband, father, man, grandpa, friend, lover, father, uncle, cousin, sibling, toddler, child, teen, adult, old person(lol). Yep. Life is a miracle. Today, another miracle happened. I wish him a life of his own. Miracles don’t need to be miraculous.