A breath, a cry, a baby yawn, you’ve made your presence known. Newly bathed and swaddled in gauze, your mother cradles you to her breast where two hearts beat as one.
For my first grandson, I have wishes for you. More than three, less than a million. If I was near a fountain of gurgling water splashing into a pool of clear, I’d toss loose coins while wishing silently. Instead, I will write them here for you to read one day. A day not so far away when you grow from wee into a little lad.
Before you even arrived, I prayed to God above for all your life ahead. And, as I slept the first night after, I dreamed of all I wished for you. As you grow from infant to tadpole to toddler to teen, close your sweet eyes to imagine that wishes and dreams do come true. I give them all and more to you.
While you are a baby I wish for you to nestle with Mommy, reach for your sister’s face of innocence and Rock-a-Bye with Daddy. Choose your favorite blanket, roll on your belly, scoot on the floor, learn to crawl, and 1-2-3 please smile for me.
I wish for you to play with wooden blocks, build a tower, knock it down, eat green peas, spit them out, take first steps and pull my hair. Catch a big red ball, say a word, and play in snow with Daddy who loves you so.
Before we can say magic words, babyhood is gone for good. A little boy you now will be. We will miss the small. Soooo, B-I-G! How lucky is your family?
I wish for you to hold a puppy’s leash while jumping in puddles of mud when the rain smells good. Splash, splash, splash. Now, close your eyes to soak warm sunshine like an ocean sponge. Do you feel it on your sleepy face? Toasty, like Mommy’s kitchen after baking cinnamon rolls. Can you smell them if you sniff, sniff, sniff?
Oh yes, I wish for you to sleep in a tent or catch a frog while listening to crickets chirping loud in the quiet of the night. Soon it rains a melody of drops on dark green canvas for you to hear. Plop…plop…plop.
I hope you’ll see a Mama bird build her nest and feel a roly-poly bug crawling in your hand right up your wrist. Not to worry. It won’t hurt, only tickle. Lots of itty-bitty legs…can you guess how many? Grandpa says, “14!” Soon I laugh at chocolate rings round your mouth from milk found in a cup at Grandma’s house!
I wish for you to win a race, build a back yard fort and watch firefly’s glow yellow in the black of night. Skip a rope, jump a hoop, swing a bat, and hit a ball. There it goes…..Look, squint your eyes to see. Flying like a rocket ship…see? A home run to be! Listen closely now, do you hear the cheering crowd?
Please, pick up squiggly worms for me. Ride a bike, get dusty dirty, fly a kite, and skip a rock. Swim in lakes, underneath are minnows skimming crystal sand in waters of Windex blue.
Yes, Hudson, I wish for you to bottle up bullies with a cork. If words should sting, please tell Mommy or Daddy. You will see that bad words do not help…only hurt. Rise above them. Remember this, be the best that you can be.
When old enough to fall in love, kiss the girl you will marry one day. Please love her with all of your heart. Look to Mommy and Daddy to see how good it can be. Respect the ‘She’ you love someday. Any part of your heart you give away will come right back to you….only bigger and better! Do you feel it growing inside of you? Be patient and you will see.
The greatest wish is that you live a long life of prayer, good health and forever happiness. For if this last big wish comes true for you, chances are all others will too!
Above all else, be your father’s pride, your mother’s love and your sister’s shining knight.
Kim im crying with joy. Such love and beauty. Absolutely perfect. 💙💙
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Thank you so very much, Kate. Hard to write so little when your heart is spilling over.
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Fantastic post, Kim!
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Thanks, Pete. 🙂
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sweet and precious!
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So appreciate you reading and commenting. Thank you. 🙂
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Beautiful Kim. The joy in your words has the sound of life’s bell ringing out for all to hear. The love in your words makes hearts melt. The beauty in your words are most definitely Grandma’s. :o)
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Patricia, thank you. Your words mean more to me, knowing that you are a, ‘Grandma,’ too! 🙂
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What lovely, loving words for your grandson.
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With many thanks to you. Written for grandsons, everywhere. 🙂
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Yes!
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So sweet of you. Thank you!
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what wonderful wishes for the grand baby – this is a keepsake!!!!!
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Thank you so very much for taking the time to read and comment. Your words mean much to me, as always.
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What a joy it is to be a Grandma. Such a touching post.
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Don, thank you, kindly. Very much appreciated.:)
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What a lovely wishes for your grand baby!
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Thank you. Some day I will ‘cook something good’ for him. Hopefully. 🙂
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Super sweet Kim! I especially love the picture with the No Girls Allowed sign 😀 Hudson is a great name.
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Thank you, Kelly. It’s ironic, but my two boys really did this when they were young..under ten years or so. They made their own sign in big red letters of spray paint that read the same, “No Girls Allowed.” When I found this picture, I couldn’t resist!
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THIS IS NICE! 🙂
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Thank you, kindly, Jonathan, for saying so. I had sooo many wishes for this deal little one. Perhaps these “wishes” (more or less) can be for all baby grandsons? My sincere appreciation for re-blogging it, Jonathan.
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Why sure they can! 🙂
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🙂
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Precious post, precious people!
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So kind you are, Mahesh. Thank you for your sweet words.
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Fill happy in this post, cheerfull children. What a happy grandmother 🙂
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Thank you. My Blessing….
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You have such a way with words. I could visualize everything you wrote. I have to say your words made my eyes well up, for I have a son who is 27. It seems like yesterday when he was small. Time goes way too fast. Hug those babies!
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Karen, thank you so very, very, much. This 1st grandson’s ‘daddy’ is not far ahead of your own, barely 28. He has lived with diabetes since the age of six. Life has been tough at times, making me realize what is important. I am so blessed, Karen. I will give ‘my’ little babies hugs sent from you! Thank you, again. Happy weekend. 🙂 🙂
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wonderful! congratulations and blessing
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As always, I appreciate your time in reading and commenting. Thank you, regarding a post that means much to me.
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Congratulations to all! Kim what a beautiful letter to your new grandson. As always I love your writing. Janice
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Thank you, Janice. The ‘new parents’ are so very proud! Hope to see you soon. 🙂 🙂
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A very special grandma…no wonder the magic in the family! Precious. 🙂
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My special thanks to you.
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