The Love of a Newborn
Remembering What's REAL
Stepping Out of Tough Stuff in Life
A little tiny miracle, my precious new grandson, finally chose to make his appearance in this world Friday, July 23 at 3:43 a.m. I went home at 3:00 because we had waited so long for him to be born and I was so exhausted, I just had to get some sleep. He was delivered by C-section and he and his Mommy are doing just fine.
I have waited for his arrival in excited anticipation for the last nine months. Knowing he was coming had given me lots of thoughts to ponder. I am one of those deeply introspective people who chooses to see the symbolism, purpose and positive perspective in everything that occurs. It takes me a minute sometimes to see the positive in some events, but mostly, I search to find something good about all things as quickly as I can because there's enough negativity in the world without me being a part of it.
That last paragraph is my reason for writing this article. I have been through so many rough times since March 2008, it's almost unimaginable. I won't go into major detail here but suffice it to say that I lost four people in my family in eight months (two of them committed suicide within seven weeks of each other), so I moved back to Arizona from California to be with my sons and my three-year-old grandson. When I got here, I had all kinds of illnesses invade my body. I found out I have diabetes, I had bronchitis three times, I got pink eye, had a biopsy because the doctor thought I had cancer, and I had a hysterectomy. I was off work twice due to complications from the surgery, only to be told that I was going to get fired from my job on the very day I came back to work from disability. I think that's quite enough "roller coaster" for awhile, ya think?!!
It came to pass that both my sons and their partners were due to have babies 2 weeks apart! I was totally thrilled to think I get two new grandchildren all at once! Then I got the sad news that my oldest son and his wife lost their baby. I was heartbroken. I knew that they can try again and I will get a precious grandchild from them just like the one I got Friday from my youngest son and his girlfriend.
Since the day I found out I get another grandchild, I have done all I can to stay focused on the fact that new babies bring a new perspective to the lives of people who have lived the daily doldrums of work, bills and the sometimes mundane routines of adulthood. Babies bring about the remembering of innocence, the awe and wonder of the world around us. They bring about the realization that a newborn is like a clean slate, they have no judgement, no issues, no anger, no hurt, no suffering, no sadness. They are the closest beings to God since they are the ones that were most recently with Him. They are pure and innocent and free from all the effects that come along with life on this earth.
Because I have spent years working on my self-awareness, self-development, self-respect and striving to be a more spiritually and emotionally conscious person, the arrival of this beautiful child has pulled me back closer to the essence of who we all are really meant to be. It has caused me to remember that to raise a child "in the way he should go", it is up to me and to all those who love him, to be as "conscious" as we can be. It us up to us to teach him honor and respect and serenity. We need to let him know that he is valuable and worthy of all good things in life. We need to teach him that even though the world may be hectic and busy and sometimes stressful, that we don't need to allow it to saturate our soul. We can take a "higher" approach. We can see all the events swirling around us and keep it that way by just letting it go AROUND us instead of THROUGH us. We can keep the perspective of thinking we are watching a movie. The only happenings that effect us negatively are those happenings that we give our empowerment to.
The birth of my grandson, Dash Alexander, has helped me become even more centered than I have already been, in spite of all the events of the past two-and-a-half years. He has caused me to focus even more so on my peace of mind, my centeredness, my reason for being here, the purpose of life in general. His birth has made me even more adamant to maintain my stance on staying positive. That child will know his "Grammy" will do the very best she can to say only positive, helpful, loving, compassionate, encouraging things to him. That child will know there is nothing in the world I wouldn't do for him if it was within my power to do it. That child will know that the things I do for him will not be co-dependent or damaging when it comes to teaching him about his own personal empowerment. He will learn that all of life is a reflection of our perspective about it. He will learn that we draw into our life exactly what we think we "deserve", that our thoughts are the most powerful things in the world, right below the innate greatness and unconditional love with which we were all born. He will know how truly blessed I am that he is one of my grandchildren.
I love you deeply, Dash Alexander! Happy Birthday, you beautiful angel boy. Welcome to the greatest adventure ever!