In September of last year, I wrote about the Fierce Love that consumed me when I learned that I would be becoming a grandmother this March.
Our grandson’s arrival is fast approaching.
And my fierce love grows stronger.
I know that there is nothing I can do to alter the course of her pregnancy. I know that the medical team guiding her through this last trimester is competent and professional. And, I know that along with their midwife, Dula and Obstetrician, my daughter, son-in-love and grandson are in excellent hands and are well-cared-for on this journey.
But it doesn’t change my desire to do something to make a difference.
Which is why I awoke early this morning thinking about what I could do.
“Get conscious of what it is you want to teach your grandson and how you plan on going about doing it,” the quiet voice within whispered.
What do I want to teach my grandson?
I want to teach him that who and how he is in the world makes a difference because his being in this world makes a difference.
I want him to know that this world is a place of awe and wonder. That amidst the turmoil, pain and chaos, that kindness, beauty, creativity, compassion are essential. And that in all things, all places, all situations, Love is always the answer.
And I can only do that by showing him through everything I do and say and am:
The power of kindness.
The beauty of honesty.
The gift of creativity.
The exquisiteness of compassion.
The grace of Love.
By living through these tenets, I want him to know that he doesn’t have to do anything to make a difference because his presence in this world makes our world so exquisitely and lovingly different.