A friend of mine has a grandson, who is now about 12 years old. She has adored him from the start. Her son and his wife live quite close to her and, from the start, she looked after him regularly while his mother worked part-time.
Three or four years after he was born, his parents announced that they were expecting a second baby. My friend was a bit worried. “I love Matthew so much,” she confided, “that I’m afraid I might not be able to love another one like I do him.” We all tried to reassure her that love isn’t limited and that it grows to fill the space available – and, of course, that was just what happened. She dearly loves both boys and is very much loved by her family in return.
My feelings, when I’ve been told another grandchild is on the way, are different. I feel that the more I love, the more my capacity to love increases. Additionally, the strong feelings I have for this unborn baby hasn’t diminished my affection for Squiffany and Pugsley in the least.
You’ll probably be thinking ‘of course’. And yes, I agree. I am stating the obvious – but I’m only having a little emotional moment. We’re all finding this waiting a bit hard to bear. I’m resisting the temptation to phone Weeza every day – spoke to her on Saturday and she emailed last night – she’s doing some work for her father and she needed me to send her some information – but it’s becoming unusually hard not to fuss. I don’t fuss. I control my inclination to gush (look, you don’t know what I’d be like if I let go) and it would be disconcerting for her if I changed now.
Um. There’s no point at all to this post really. I’d delete it, but it’s too late. We’re expecting a power cut any time, so I’ve been publishing it as I’ve gone along, so feed readers will show it up anyway. They are having to check the whole system following the transformer explosion the Friday before last.
Do you know, I’ve got two meetings today? It’s supposed to be the bloody holidays.
Hm. No, that’s it. I’m too distracted and the electricity will go off any moment – they said 8.30 and it’s already after 9. Forget I said anything at all, I’m talking nonsense.