Last week was a special one for Wendy and me. Our daughter, Taylor, and new grandson, Milo, came for a week while Clayton was in Africa working on a research project. It was awesome to get tons of cuddle time and to be able to help Taylor out as she continues the three-hour feed n’ sleep regimen. Thankfully the Winter Olympics were on pretty much 24/7 so we got to enjoy that. Even Milo got in on the act thanks to his mommy’s amazing graphic art skills. Milo even came with us on Sunday morning and listened to Papa give the message.
I’ll admit that Papa Tom got a wee bit “misty” from time to time as I rocked, walked, cuddled, and sang a few rusty lullabies from 25 years ago.
I’ve had a lot of grandparents give me a steady stream of cliches about being a grandparent:
- “It’s the greatest thing ever!”
- “It’s so much fun!”
- “Being a grandparent is more fun than being a parent!”
- “You get to spoil them and then send them home!”
Last week proved that it’s definitely all true.
