My sister called this morning and surprised me with the news that her newest grandchild, a boy, arrived last night -- five weeks early. This baby is my niece's first child, and I can so identify with her right now.
My own firstborn arrived six weeks early, before we'd bought diapers, a crib or anything else. I'd thought there was plenty of time. For weeks I'd been embroidering tiny, gender-neutral diaper shirts, none of which was completed -- by the time of her birth or ever. Babies change plans, and when they arrive this early, the only thing that seems important is that they're healthy. My niece and I both got lucky in that regard.
This little boy will grow up in a family where love and laughter are plentiful. He'll be welcomed by parents, grandparents, cousins, aunts and uncles who'll be charmed by every hair on his head and every breath he takes. Maybe he knew that somehow. Maybe that's why he couldn't wait.
When now is the right time?
Today could just pass you by,
It's your turn, it's your life,
The future is what we make
So why wait?*
By the Cheetah Girls