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The joy of birth, the growing up, leads us to adore our lovely babies. But not, alas, without the toils of life. Because we experience a lack of sleep, contend with baby vomit, or idiotically putting on his boxer shorts completely the wrong way around. Yet all is part of being loving to a newborn child. Sometimes I get the weird, unworldly feeling that I'm the worst grandpa of all. Perhaps it's just that I'm getting old. Try lifting the chubby scamp a little while and oh my poor back simply aches. And if he cries I must find out what ails the urchin, my dearest pet. A dirty nappy? Someone take care, mother or granny, it's their job I'm afraid. But if it's a bottle of milk he wants, or nibbling a few small pieces of cereal, then I am game. Bring on the glorious food. And when he sleeps, I'm just in heaven, contemplating the profound miracle of life. For though he's not directly mine, he's the continuation of my genetic line. And so I worry if he coughs or wheezes, or falls whilst crawling, adding to his bruises. Awake he's smiling, a gurgling bundle of joy that makes me proud, he's Nicholas my boy. NB Nicholas, my grandson, is now 18 years old, studying dentistry at University (first in class) and has a driver's licence too.

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Nicholas, My Clever Grandson

The joy of birth, the growing up, leads us to adore our lovely babies. But not, alas, without the toils of life. Because we experience a lack of sleep, contend with baby vomit, or idiotically putting on his boxer shorts completely the wrong way around. Yet all is part of being loving to a newborn child. Sometimes I get the weird, unworldly feeling that I'm the worst grandpa of all. Perhaps it's just that I'm getting old. Try lifting the chubby scamp a little while and oh my poor back simply aches. And if he cries I must find out what ails the urchin, my dearest pet. A dirty nappy? Someone take care, mother or granny, it's their job I'm afraid. But if it's a bottle of milk he wants, or nibbling a few small pieces of cereal, then I am game. Bring on the glorious food. And when he sleeps, I'm just in heaven, contemplating the profound miracle of life. For though he's not directly mine, he's the continuation of my genetic line. And so I worry if he coughs or wheezes, or falls whilst crawling, adding to his bruises. Awake he's smiling, a gurgling bundle of joy that makes me proud, he's Nicholas my boy. NB Nicholas, my grandson, is now 18 years old, studying dentistry at University (first in class) and has a driver's licence too.