I had steeled myself for the shock of arrival. I had mentally prepared myself for the cold.
And it still hit me!
After three days in the moist, relatively warm air of the coast, coming home felt like a rude awakening — even though it was after midnight.
My plane was a couple of hours late. C.C., who was originally going to pick me up at 10, had long gone to bed. I walked out of the terminal, grabbed a cab and then proceeded to say a whole bunch of prayers as we slipped and slid our way down the Deerfoot, navigating icy patches and drifted snow until climbing up Bow Trail towards the condo in which we’re temporarily living while the renovations on our new home are underway.
The cab driver’s car had really bad tires.
Note to self, before climbing into a cab, check to ensure its tires have appropriate tread to navigate snowy roads!
And now I’m home.
Back from a delightful weekend with my sisters and daughters.
On Saturday night, my youngest daughter who had flown out Thursday to spend a week with her sister, organized a ‘baby soiree’ at the home of Alexis’ husband’s mother and stepdad. With the help of Alexis’ dear friend VW and her mother and father-in-law, they created a sense of ‘one big family’ coming together to celebrate the imminent arrival of baby bean, or as he’s affectionately known in utero, Garfield.
There was laughter and teasing, friendly games of pool in the basement and lots of good food and wine upstairs.
One of the hardest things about Garfield’s pending arrival is the distance between us. Alexis and her husband live in Vancouver, on the other side of The Great Divide, almost a thousand kilometers away.
And while between our hearts there is no distance too far to travel, in physical space we are an 11 hour drive (not always advisable in the winter) or a 1 and a half hour flight.
Knowing she is surrounded by a family who loves her, knowing her friends are supportive and caring and kind, and that many of them are just a short drive away and some are also in the ‘family way’, helps ease my heart’s yearning to be closer.
As we stood and chatted at the party on Saturday night, someone suggested guessing the actual date of baby Garfield’s arrival. I laughingly told the story of Alexis’ 19 days of holding out on coming into this world beyond her due date. “I used to think it was because she knew it was the last and only time she would be 100% in control,” I said.
Truth is, I actually think it was because I didn’t want to share her with the world yet. I knew it was the last time it would be 100% just her and me.
I’ve grown since June 19th, 1986 when she came into this world.
I’ve learned to share her. To be supportive and happy in knowing she has created a world around her filled with people who love her and want the best for her in her life. People who care deeply about her well-being. Who want to share their stories with her, and share in her stories too.
As I watched both my daughters at the party on Saturday night I was reminded once again, of how incredibly loving and kind they both are. I was struck by not just their physical beauty, but the beauty of their hearts. The aura of kindness that surrounds them both.
I am so incredibly blessed. And grateful.
I may have been the carrier of the miracle that became their lives, but it is the incredible support of family and friends that have helped shape and guide and form them into the truly magnificent young women they are today.
Baby Garfield is set to arrive within the next two weeks.
In the world around us there is much happening that does not make sense, that causes me distress and unease.
But here, no matter which side of the Great Divide I stand, no matter how icy the roads or far the distance, there is only one truth to hold onto, one prayer to repeat, “May Love surround us always.”
In Love’s embrace, I know Baby Garfield will be safe, no matter how fiercely the winds may blow around him.
In Love, he and his parents are immersed in beauty, kindness, joy, harmony. And though there may be moments of tears, of strife, of discomfort, Love will carry them through.
For this grandmother’s heart to conquer The Great Divide, the only place I need to stand is In Love.
Beautiful! You have just proven that “all great divides” can be conquered.
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Yeah! Now if only a few people in positions of power could see that truth! 🙂
Oh how I remember the nights leading up to my daughter’s first. The one & a half hour plane ride to get to them was the longest trip in the world but time has a way of erasing the stress and only leaving us the joy and love. Seven years later, he and his 4 year old brother are my pride and joy. Life revolves around their love and light.