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i’ve had a lot of people ask me, especially other men, what it’s like becoming a grandfather. i’m not sure i can write it all at one time, so i’ll give you some insights…a little at a time.
i think the coolest thing has been how much i love watching my son hold his son. i could sit for hours and watch them. there’s something mystically intergenerational going on in my heart when i experience the moment. he’s holding this little life that looks, feels, smells, and sounds identical to what he did…26 years ago.
i see myself in him. fear and confidence wrapped up together. ignorance being replaced by daddy aptitude on the fly. what was unknown and obviously unnatural just 27 days ago, has been replaced by a comfortable and effortless instinct. he is gentle and careful without being over-protective or smothering.
he holds his son with assurance and poise…without apprehension. there is no panic when he cries and no hint of intrusion when a diaper needs to be changed. the look of love in his eyes when he stares into holden’s face is genuine and unpretentious. his protection is innate and fierce. i can see it on his face and hear it in his voice.
i take it back. i don’t see myself in him. i see something better. much better.
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