Not quite, but truly different.  Now a grandmother.  Yesterday I wasn’t.  Now I am.  Simple as that.

A pure soul entered form, started breathing, fresh from the brilliant spirit river of Tao, Divine, Heaven, beyond, another planet, whatever.  But wow to see those dark black eyes of a newborn, staring at the light, mystified with breathing, handling it so perfectly so quickly, emitting noises to their surprise.  Parents not sleeping to no one’s surprise.  These are common as air and treasured moments forever in the family.

And I am alone in a quiet cool apartment, thousands of miles away, surfing waves up and down, tears, fears, anger, soft nothing moments.  Different and the same.  What a hilarious thing this human trip is.

So Dear one, I lean on you in gratitude that the birth is commenced.  I take time to rest in your arms.  And buckle my seatbelt for more.