There was a hush abroad in the land when I woke this morning. All I could think about was that there’s a new little person in the world who wasn’t here this time yesterday. On any given day this is always case. But yesterday was special because this little person is our newest granddaughter.

When the pandemic began in 2020 we had no grandchildren. Now we have six. Not that I feel old or anything. Okay, maybe just a little bit old. But mostly I feel blessed.

What we have here is an embarrassment of riches. What my daughter has is her newfound status as mother of three. As I helped her out yesterday, scrambling like crazy to get a preschooler and toddler out the door, dealing also with two large dogs and a cat, I wondered how she will ever manage with a third. But she will. I did (minus the two large dogs), and many manage much more with far fewer resources.

Our job as grandparents is to support the family however we can. Which is what I’m planning to do, starting … yesterday.

(Between them, these two “babies” now have six kiddos.)

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