Birth to three months
My first Halloween
Three to six months
My first Christmas
Six months to one year
Writings about me
It was our turn once.
Three daughters and a son.
Dancing lessons, baseball games, honor classes, first sweethearts,
learn to drive, bad report cards, senior proms, graduation nights, college.
And then we were on our own.
Just the two of us and Buffy the cat.
In time, a grandson.
His parents read the books, went to the classes, readied his room,
Did all they could to prepare for a child.
"They'll do a fine job," we said.
We gazed through the window of the hospital nursery at the little bundle of life.
"It's their turn now," we said.
We went home to feed Buffy the cat.
Now, four years later, another grandson.
This one's parents have problems of their own.
Caught up in messy lives, they aren't ready to raise a child.
The baby needs someone. We answer the call.
Diapers, bottles, feedings in the middle of the night, car seat, stroller, pediatricians.
Our lives are transformed.
It's our turn again.
Buffy the cat is concerned.