I got back from Nashville this morning at 2:00 AM.
Charlotte and I were there for the birth of our first grandchild.
Brody was born on Thursday at 5:03 PM.
Of course he was born without clothes.
A nurse wrapped Brody in a swaddling blanket. For several days in the hospital, he was wrapped in an assortment of these baby blankets.
Now of course, the grandparents are supposed to have clothes. Only this grandparent didn’t.
Yep, I forgot to take my clothes to Tennessee.
Now that’s embarrassing to admit.
I’m not sure what happened. Early Wednesday morning, Charlotte and I were getting ready to leave our home in Central Texas and travel to Nashville. Charlotte had her suitcase packed. She also had clothes to hang up in our car. I packed another suitcase. I also brought pants and shirts to hang up in our car. There were enough clothes to wear for four days.
I put everything in the car. Well, almost everything.
That night we got to Nashville. We were unloading our car and bringing our clothes into the house. As I hung Charlotte’s clothes in the guest bedroom closet, I had a sick feeling.
I forgot my clothes.
I only had shoes, underclothes and what I arrived wearing, a shirt and a pair of shorts.
I could not believe this.
So the next day, I bought a pair of pants and for four days borrowed Phillip’s (my son-in-law) shirts.
Somehow, in the middle of this wonderful birth, I forgot about the inconvenience of not bringing my own clothes. I was totally absorbed in the birth of this little boy and condition of my daughter. Sometime soon, I want to reflect on what it means for me to be a grandfather (thanks Monica T. for suggesting this in a comment on Facebook). I have so much to learn though I am excited about the opportunity.
(By the way “Poppie” is the name at this point at least until this child changes it.)
What did your grandparents do right? What would you like to duplicate when you have grandchildren?