My Grand Daughter,
Even though you are just hours old and learning a new system called life on the outside. I feel a tug to write to you and share some of my thoughts. I know Grandmothers get all the good press and in your case your Grandma deserves it, but I want you know that you have brought great joy into my life. If you could have seen the smile on my face when your Dad told me that you were going to be – well you. I have thought about you many nights and days since I was told of your impending arrival. I need to tell you that you have a wonderful set of parents. I already know that they love you to the moon and back. I know your Dad and Mom will stress about you and worry about money, home, and if they are making the right decisions about being a parent. So have patience with them, they are new at this.
The good news Keegan is that it all works out in the wash, they are good people. You will love them as much as I do. I hope your Dad has learned a few lessons from me. Mostly I did it the wrong way, I seemed to have lost my perfect parenting book they issued me the day your Dad was born. Dad will have learned from my mistakes. But it never changed how I loved your Dad or your Uncle Matt and Aunt Risa.
With me, you will also have to have some patience, I am already hard of hearing so if I look like I didn’t hear you my sweet granddaughter, I probably didn’t. I also am a little bull headed and I am sure your Dad will agree with that. My one good thing that I have now is an older and wiser love. This is something I can share with you.
I have found peace in my life and have learned to explore my creativity and I can also share this with you. I love the outdoors and this beautiful state you were born in so prepared to be bored with tales of old of the mountains and of yesteryear. I want to take you fishing, and ghost town hunting, to teach you the art of photography as I see it. All in all baby girl you have already stolen my heart.
By the way Keegan I loved you even before I knew your name.
Innocent and wonder of childhood eyes,
Through the eyes, seeing their soul is no surprise.
Eyes show everything, that’s the beauty of childhood,
Of all things amazing to be seen and understood.
Through child eyes, we teach them of good and bad,
Seeing our happiness and sometimes our – sad.
Whoever they become or will be is still deep within,
Yes the eyes, childhood eyes is where it begins.
By Kurt James
Kurt James © 2017