My second grandchild. My first granddaughter. Wonderful.
Of course a new arrival sends any family into overdrive, especially when there are also the needs of a wildly excited and exuberant three-year-old big brother to consider, so I stuck around for a few days, helping out where I could.
It wasn’t until my final night there, when her Mum and Dad were in desperate need of a few hours sleep, that I spent a long, silent and special time connecting with her.
It was well after midnight and she wouldn’t settle in her cot. So I sat cross-legged on a spare mattress in the dark, silent house, cradling her in my arms and rocking her gently.
She’d been crying for ages. It took a while for her breathing to settle and her heartbeat to return to normal. Then she gave a couple of miniature sighs and nestled down.
I felt the warmth of her little body and meditated on the magic of a whole new beginning for this little being. All was pure potential. She had burst into this world to experience and achieve who-knows-what. She was only a few days away from having been pure spirit, yet now here she was, in a perfectly fitting suit of human skin, ready to play the game we call Life.
Gradually I became aware that my hands were tingling where they touched her. I could feel – I don’t know what to call it – Life Force perhaps? Light? Love? The names don’t matter. All I knew was that something wonderful and powerful was pouring into me from this tiny body and it was moving straight to my heart.
Tiny she may be, but I was moved by the power she holds within and the love she has brought to our physical world.
Perhaps that’s why everyone is so moved by seeing tiny babies; they are still so close to being pure love, pure spirit.