Looking into the Face of a Newborn

by Cindy Grossberg

I remember my dad once saying to me, “If I had known how wonderful grandchildren were, I would have had them first!” That was thirty years ago. It wasn’t until June 28th at 5:00 a.m. when I held my beautiful granddaughter, Libby Jane, that I understood. Nothing prepared me for that overwhelming rush of love, for the joy that I felt when my daughter placed her in my arms. Never had I seen anything so sweet, so fragile, so perfect. The memories of that first time I held her are unforgettable.

I marvel at the ten tiny fingers and toes, the way her face crinkles up as she awakens, the lamb-like cries signaling hunger, the peaceful way she sleeps when swaddled. I find myself just staring at her, thinking of the wonderful life she has ahead. Blessed to have my daughter and son-in-law so close, I am thankful that I can watch her as she grows.

My favorite time with Libby comes in the wee hours of the morning when she rests in my arms as I feed and rock her. Trading sleep for the feedings is worth every minute. Looking at her adorable face I think back to when my own children were first born. This new love is different. Many of you have experienced this unconditional love, the first smile, the first coo that says, “I know you Nana. I know how much you love me!”

Of all the wonderful things life has brought my way, nothing compares to the feeling when I hold Libby. Knowing how many more wonderful times there are to come, my heart overflows with joy. May all of you experience this kind of love through your own children, grandchildren, nieces, nephews or friends.

May you all be blessed with happiness in the new year.


Nana Cindy


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