Friday, March 11, 2011
A year of blessing
A year ago, we faced the prospect of Cameron’s father, my firstborn, dealing with brain surgery while my daughter-in-law was in labor. My son is telling that story on his blog; you can find all the details there, with his account of what happened on March 9, March 10 and March 11, 2010.
It’s still very difficult for me to talk about. Even writing about it makes me veer toward losing it. My son has no memory whatsoever of a 12-hour period. But I do.
So here is Cameron Andrew Young, one year old, threatening to walk at any moment.
We call him the little happy baby. The happy little guy. The laid-back baby (well, he's laid back compared to his father and uncle). He has a sweetness about him that totally beguiles his grandparents and has his grandfather in the palm of his hand. Last year, my son and daughter-in-law took him on the grand tour of Louisiana, to meet all the relatives in New Orleans and Shreveport, and Cameron conquered there, too.
So many things about him totally delight me, but few as much as watching him when my wife walks in the room and his face breaks into this huge smile.
He’s a lot of work. All babies are a lot of work. He spent four days with us in January while his parents went off to San Francisco, and we were forcibly introduced to just how much work babies are, even ones as sweet as this one. (The weather was also bad, so it was four days inside.)
But what a blessing this child is.
I knew I was likely to be totally enthralled, but the reality has been something else again. I have to practice patience and forbearance, and do it consciously. I would babysit at the drop of a hat. I’d drive my son and daughter-in-law crazy if I showed up at their house every time I wanted to.
We saw him last night, to celebrate an early birthday for him and us. The big party is on Saturday (when I have to share him with everyone else.)
I think back to one year ago, and I know how good God is.
Photographs: Cameron Young, by Cameron Young's grandfather. The bottom photograph is of Cameron and his paternal grandmother, who usually doesn't like posing for pictures but one can get away with it when she's holding her grandson.