My grandson turns 2 years old on Saturday.
How his birth heralded the beginnings of an incredible journey through Love and wonder.
How suddenly, this new role of becoming his ‘YiaYa’ became more than I ever imagined it could be.
How being his YiaYa was a rite of passage into a new and deeper realm of Love. I never had to make room in my heart for him. He was already there, even before I knew him and will always be there even after I’m gone.
How his every move, his every smile, his every sound brought joy and wonder into my world and made me pause longer to wonder about my footprint on this fragile planet, my impact on this world.
How my heart beat louder, how its rhythm of love grew wilder and how I grew deeper into the meaning of family, legacy, life.
My grandson turns 2 on Saturday. I am flying to Vancouver to see him, to bake him a cake, to share in the festivities, to sing “Happy Birthday” and to savour time spent with this thoughtful, mischievous, inquisitive soul who brings such incredible light and meaning into my world.
Because that’s what he does it, every day. Bring joy and wonder into my world with his light and laughter, his smiles and love.
I am so grateful.
I wrote him a poem for his birthday. It is my anthem for him. Part of my legacy of Love.
I wrote him a poem and then I recorded it so that he will always have the memory of my voice telling him how much I love him.
I wrote it for him and for me and for grandparents everywhere. You are welcome to share in it too.
You can listen to the recording HERE.