From the moment of his birth, my grandson was old. And wise.
From his crib, he fixed me with an unwavering gaze as we locked fingers on the blue satin-edged blanket. I felt humbled… instantaneously stripped of layers of attitudes, beliefs and defences garnered over the years.
In her post-natal euphoria, my daughter didn’t see what was as clear as daylight to me.
You’d only to look into his contemplative, all-knowing eyes, to see he was here on unfinished business of some nature.
I just never, for one moment, imagined the business would take so short a time to complete.
A delightful surprise to have the Friday Fictioneers prompt arrive at my laptop a whole hour early this week. There’s a lot to be said for Daylight Saving. Thank you for hosting our weekly get-togethers, Rochelle. 🙂