Ever Increasing Circles By Holly Searle

I can remember the day Child One was born as if it were yesterday. Well, to be absolutely correct, it was a night actually. And there she was, this perfect baby. The most beautiful little thing I had ever set my eyes upon.

But it wasn't yesterday, it was twenty-five years ago.

I was exhausted after a long and arduous labour. The midwife gave me some toast and a cup of tea and then a sleeping tablet to help me sleep.

She took my little baby away, and said that just for tonight, they would look after her while I slept.

So I ate the toast, drank the tea, and then took the tablet.

Sleep beckoned.

But then the midwife returned with my daughter and informed me that she wouldn't settle and so here she was and handed her back to me.

So there we were, one new baby that just wanted to be with her mum, and her mum, who was delighted to see her again so soon, but who was rapidly nodding off.

So we snuggled-up together, this perfect child and I, and pretty soon we were both asleep.

The next thing I remember was the midwife waking me up and telling me that I should put my baby in her cot.

I did.

And then the next twenty-five years past, just like that in the blink of an eye.

Then one day my daughter called me.

She said that she wanted to tell me something.

I knew what it was before she had even told me. She has this tone to her voice you see, that she probably doesn't even know she uses. That tone told me even before she had, that she had just found out that she was pregnant.

I was delighted and amazed at the wonder of it all.

And then time slowed down while we all waited. Waited for the scans, waited to find out what it was (a boy), and then finally for his arrival.

And during all of that waiting, a funny thing happened to me.

I felt old.

In a few weeks, I will turn fifty. What? How did that happen? Time passed, that is how that happened.

So when my daughter told me I was also going to be a Nana, I started to wondered if I was going to start to resembling the lady that looks after Tweety Pie in those Merrie Melodies cartoons.

Every day I checked in the mirror.

No, no sign of her.

Then an even stranger thing started to happen. When I met new people and I talked about my becoming a grandma, they all said "Really? You don't look old enough to be a grandma?"

I then started to really worry that they thought my daughter was some teenage unmarried wanton Jezebel. So I had to then explain to them that she was twenty-five, and married. Their furrowed responding brows then signified that they then looked at me, really studied me, and I could see the cogs of theirs brains turning as they started to wonder if I was in fact the teenage unmarried wanton Jezebel. I simply couldn't win.

In the end, I just decided to let people think what they wanted to think, as the alternative seconded guessing and offering explanation game, was getting a little too much for me to maintain.

But, what it did tell me, I am delighted to say, was that I didn't look one bit like Tweety Pie's owner Granny.

Phew!

And now, here is the lovely part.

My baby, my first-born, my beautiful darling girl, finally went into labour. It felt like the start of a very long marathon.

I felt that it wasn't my place to arrive at the hospital and wait, so I left them to it.

But all the time I was in a fit of despair. Was she alright? Would she manage? Should I be there? DID SHE NEED ME?

No.

And Yes of course she would manage!

She is built of stern stuff that daughter of mine. And after thirty-six hours of labour (twice as long as I was in with her), her son, Grandchild One, eventually arrived.

At that point, I called a cab and hot-footed it to the hospital as fast as I could. On arrival her overtired husband, looking like a young dashing doctor in a set of blue scrubs informed me that until she was moved I couldn't see her or my grandson.

I just wanted to see them with every pore of my being.

After a while, which seemed like an age, they were moved and I was allowed in to see them.

I was literally squealing inside as I made my way in the lift up to the ward to see them.

I called to my daughter as I walked into her ward, and she called back from behind a curtain. I nipped in, and there they both were, my baby with her baby.

They both looked like they had been involved in a long battle.

I asked her if I could hold him, and she passed him to me and looked at this little lamb, this little tiny being, and from that moment, I was smitten.

And do you know what? I am in love. I am in love with him and I can't wait to be his Nana and be a part of his life.

Life is beautiful and my circles just increased and all of my Christmas' and birthdays have arrived at once.

That's all folks!

And it is just wondrous.