We’re off to Brooklyn tomorrow to visit Jon’s daughter Emma, her husband Jay and Jon’s new-born Granddaughter Robin.
I have no expectations. How can I. I have nothing to compare it to. No experience quite like it. If anything, it makes me a bit uncomfortable.
We’re bringing some books and baby gifts. Jon and I plan to help Emma and Jay in any way we can, from the practical to the emotional, during the time we’ll be there.
I’m pretty good at the practical, I like to jump in and get things done. But I’ve never even changed a baby’s diaper before. Like I said, it’s all new to me.
I think of all the potential there is in a baby. The excitement of the beginning of a brand new life. All the possibilities. But in a way, that’s an abstract idea.
People keep telling me all you have to do is love a baby. That’s the most important thing. I’m not sure I even know what that means. Or how to go about doing that. But I’m open to it happening and who knows, maybe I’ll find out.