By Lorah Blesse
She cries out. Her husband squeezes her hand, cradles her.
I want to comfort her but hold my seat and accept my place. My only child, all grown up.
Time rewinds twenty-three years.
“You have a baby girl!” More love than I’d ever known.
Late nights of infancy, skinned knees, swim meets, prom. Battles of will, chick flicks, long lunches, texts to say ‘I’m sorry.’ Cherished memories of my daughter, my whole world.
Life revisited, awaiting a new chapter.
An exhausted sob, one last push. “It’s a boy!”
A new wail echoes.
I hold my grandson and my heart explodes anew.
Fantastic story!
A very upbeat story. I like it when all ends well.
I’m not a grandmother (yet??), but I related to that feeling in your last line — that heart-explosion of love. Nice.
Powerful tale. Great job, Lorah!
Touching and well done.
Heartfelt and a nice way to end the story. Good work.
Great title, too. And ditto what everyone said!
Perfect.
Lovely. One of the best this month.
Capturing everything a mother would feel seeing her own baby give birth.