Today I became a grandfather for the first time. So many negative clichés had previously come to mind – old man, senior, autumn of life.
I had no idea how much fun it could be. Sure, you’re shelling out even after they leave the nest. (Man IS the only animal that lets them back in, by the way.) But when I bought the first present for a newborn grandchild, I was totally hooked.
Today, Molly and I went to a large toy store, the kind that movies are made about. (I could imagine the shelves coming alive at night.) I couldn’t help but smile. I recommend that everyone take the time to experience that feeling. I immediately became a lifetime member of the store when they offered to wrap it for free.
Headed to the hospital, my mind raced with memories of the past. Like the day Mary was born. I remember the weather, and when we arrived at the hospital – the day of Grey Cup in Canada – almost spiritual. I remember the look on Heather’s face, Mary’s mom, as she was nearing delivering – “You bastard, you caused this!”
I thought about all the times I could remember about Mary growing up. They became Reflections in my mind.
Reflections of the way life used to be.