My story tells of meeting the three babies together last summer. It was actually two summers ago, when we could still interact and hug and cuddle. I have such fond memories of three generations converging on that summer day with stories, laughter and love.
Three Baby Boys
They were born just months apart; three grand-babies for my lucky sister. It was such a surprise when her married children announced they were all pregnant, one after the other. She could not wait to have all three babies in one place at one time.
This summer it happened. The whole family gathered – from Chicago, New Jersey, Virginia – and celebrated the first birthdays of all three babies.
It was amazing how different they all were. One was already walking – toddling around the picnic grounds as independent as you please. One had a look of fine concentration; like he was taking everything in and had profound unspoken knowledge. The third was complacent and charming, smiling all the while and cuddling with anyone who offered their hands to hold him.
I was thinking my future and yours lies in the hands of these three baby men, and thousands like them who are just coming into our world, our society, our environment. What values will they have as they grow up? What morals will they uphold? What will the world expect of them?
The only thing I could predict for sure is that they will all be different from the way I was brought up. Very different. Better? Worse? History has yet to tell.
But as I kissed their sweet cheeks and felt the warmth of their smiles, I felt that my future was in good hands.
The boys’ adulthoods will be lived in a world that is swiftly changing under our feet. They will learn a new kind of balance and be judged by vastly different rules and norms. Their language will be different, along with the way they see the world and how they are entertained. Parents and grandparents will be left in the dust of comprehension – just as we left the two generations behind us.