Monday, August 4, 2014
Waiting. . .
Meanwhile, we have been "stuck" on our little island, hosting our other kids in sequence. Oldest daughter last weekend, granddaughter all week, youngest daughter and crew this long weekend, son and daughter-in-law next weekend, and a two-week baby-sitting gig at the end of the month. I love having them all here on the island (although, yes, I do start finding quiet places to hide out). But I'm feeling the cord to this one above tugging and tugging. She's well supported by her partner, though, and there's not much I can do but wait. At some point in the next few days or weeks, one more series of miraculous transformations will begin: that gorgeous bump will reveal itself as a whole tiny person; my daughter will become a mother; her partner will become a father; the three of them will become a family, and so it will go. Amazing.
In the meantime, while I'm waiting, I try not to text too often. She's not one for chatting on the phone to mom, that girl, so the photo, attached to a phone text the other day, was very welcome and much appreciated.
I can't do much to ease her waiting, but I do try to ease my own impatience. This weekend's attempt? Took advantage of another daughter's skills (she's a Registered Massage Therapist) in the sunshine, then soaked it all out in the ocean afterward.