This morning as Miss Hannah (four years old) sat in my lap and sang her silly little made-up songs, I realize she hadn’t a clue as to the struggles and trials I’ve been through this year. She doesn’t care whether my weight is up or down, the status of my career, our any of the other cares constantly ringing in my mind. As she sat in my lap and sang me her silly little tunes, I realized I am only one thing to her; grandpa, and that’s enough. I don’t need to dress to impress or write the perfect line; the simple act of being present and listening is all I need do. No judgment, no condemnation, no cruel world; in her mind I’m all I need be. And suddenly, for the first time in a long time, I was truly content and comfortable with who and where I am. I am grandpa, and today that’s all I need be.
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