When August Came in April.
I had somehow forgotten how tiny newborn babies are.
The first time I held her, it was as if someone had handed me a priceless piece of delicate porcelain that I was terrified of dropping. Suddenly I was consumed with an overwhelming feeling of joy that coursed through every fibre in my body. I thought my knees would buckle. That monumental moment in time is now etched permanently into my psyche.
At that first meeting, our eyes met, knowing that we couldn't really 'see' each other, but, perhaps, our mutual symbiotic blindness allowed us to recognise that our lives had moved forward a notch on our family axis.
In just a few short weeks, her presence has filled the space that always seemed to have had her name on it. Time now beats to the drum of her rhythmic tides that alternate between sleeping and feeding.
When awake, her face scrolls through all the expressions that will soon define her personality as she casts her arms skyward, flexing tiny muscles knowing that she is at the start of a mighty journey of self-discovery.
Her minute hand's wave, grasp and clutch the air around her as if trying desperately to haul in every sensory experience she craves during these brief bouts of wakefulness.
Already she has made me cast a look over my shoulder, bringing my past into sharp relief. Rooms full of memories, friends long gone, places left behind, successes and failures morphed into one. But now, I find myself in a space that's brand new and comes with an extraordinary gift.
This continuum of life surely has some greater design when the most extraordinary joy arrives precisely when you need it the most.
Unknowingly she has made me realise that I can no longer fool myself that I am middle-aged. My newly acquired status has nudged me out of that particular demographic. Competitive sport is something now I watch on television, and the thought of playing three sets of tennis is a little daunting.
Friends succumb to the vagrancies of life as one or two of them leave us with a suddenness that I never saw coming. You suddenly begin to be brought up short in the face of your own mortality.
However, she and I are at the epi-centre of a moment, cementing the very embodiment of wonder and innocence across three generations.
She is a timely reminder that life is essentially good and kind.
O.K., it's not all plain sailing. There is a problem with the name!
No.
Not hers that had already been decided months ago.
Mine!
The implications are enormous as it would appear that I am destined to carry a new title for the balance of my existence.
Grandad, for me, is unthinkable for countless reasons. Grandpa runs a relatively poor second. Both smack of ancientness flavoured with senility. Maybe we could be on first name terms? A bit too chummy, one thinks. "Pops" carries a certain roguish charm, but it has no weight. In the end, I went with one with a Balinese flavour, "Pak Paul."
Pops definitely wouldn't have cut it.
Like a newly arrived monarch, a firstborn grandchild bestows a raft of new titles at the beginning of her reign. Legions of aunts, uncles, cousins and second cousins make way as she chisels her way to her ordained spot on the family tree.
April 5th 2021, is a date I will carry into my new role. It will undoubtedly become a password to activate one of my devices, and I will probably weep thinking of her each time I enter it.
Did I think of these thoughts when my children were newborns? It's hard to remember consumed as we were nervously learning the ropes and complicated knots tying together the enormousness of parenthood.
I guess now, as a grandparent, I will have the luxury of pondering the unfathomable potential of this miracle, this new human being.
Will she soar? Write symphonies? Dance, sing, teach, cure a disease, write a great novel? Her road, not yet travelled, stretches to the faraway horizon, all shiny and new.
The tyranny of distance means that there will be much that I will miss during this stage of her development. Her parents will take the reins to guide her until she finds her independent streak that, even now, lurks between her surface.
And we?
We will reluctantly return to the other side of the planet without her in our lives for a while. But we will leave safe knowing that she is in the safest of hands during our absence.
I have never arrived somewhere as somebody and left as somebody else.
August had the power to do that to me.
Vancouver, Canada April 2021
Paul v Walters is the best- selling author of several novels. When not cocooned in sloth and procrastination in his house in Bali he sometimes rises to scribble for several international travel and vox pop journals.
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John Rylance
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This I believe true. Grandchildren keep Grandparents feeling not only needed, loved, but young. Also having lovely grandchildren is the reward for being good parents.
Paul Walters
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Lada \ud83c\udfe1 Prkic Thanks so much as always Lada
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Robert Cormack Thanks for stopping by , hope the tub got fixed
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Lada \ud83c\udfe1 Prkic A wonderful insight Lada .. my years of Latin should have come rushing in but I looked to be sure .. and share What does August mean in Latin? August comes from the Latin word augustus, meaning "consecrated" or "venerable," which in turn is related to the Latin augur, meaning "consecrated by augury" or "auspicious." In 8 B.C. the Roman Senate honored Augustus Caesar, the first Roman emperor, by changing the name of their month Sextilis to Augustu
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Paul your piece can be considered Vox Pop(s). Im sure many grandparents can relate to what you have written. I certainly can.
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don kerr. As always, thanks for stopping by, always so appreciated!
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Paul Walters Thank you for sharing your personal JOY Paul. You capture, in words, the WONDER of a tiny being coming to fill your heart .. and take your breath away. Miraculous when one considers. (I remember exactly & could not say it any better than you have here) "I have never arrived somewhere as somebody and left as somebody else, but August had the power to do that to me." - gave me chills ;~) LOVE the last pic .. your pondering of where life will take "August" (great name - might there be a story behind the name - perhaps another writing) "Pak Paul" has a ring .. and conjures up in the imagine wonderful visits when you will arrive bearing "paks & paks of gifts ;~) .. like Santa. https://www.verywellfamily.com/choose-the-perfect-grandfather-name-1695526 personal favorite Grand-père or Grand-papa (French) “You are the one who created my innermost parts; you knit me together while I was still in my mother’s womb. I give thanks to you that I was marvelously set apart. Your works are wonderful — I know that very well.” Psalm 139 “Be careful that you don’t look down on one of these little ones. I say to you that their angels in heaven are always looking into the face of my Father who is in heaven.” Matthew 18 “No doubt about it: children are a gift from the Lord; the fruit of the womb is a divine reward." Psalm 127
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