Well, we missed our Thanksgiving dinner at our house, but it happened to be for a very good reason! We sat at the hospital all day waiting the arrival of our new grandson. Early in the evening he arrived, Maxwell Edward Utley weighing in at a grand total of 9lbs. 12 oz. and measuring at 22 inches! As one of my friends said "he is as big as our turkey!"
Late that night we took a tired little Jack home with us after having a late dinner at Ruby Tuesday's (thank you Ruby Tuesday for being open and for that nice young waitress, who waited on our table until at least 9:00 and was unfailingly sweet to us) By the way this was at the Ruby Tuesday's nearest the Inova Birthing Inn :).
The next day we took Jack to Monkey Joe's, in Winchester VA, where he received a free Icee from the Manager for "being a new big brother" and we stopped at Martins to make a bouquet of flowers from Jack to his Momma. We had to get pink and purple as Jack requested, instead of the standard blue for a boy, because Jack knows his Mommy's favorite colors :)
Of course all weekend I bragged on my new grandson and my wonderful daughter and of course I heard the standard "well as long as he is healthy, that's all that matters" at least 2 or 3 times. After the third time, I really thought about it. What if he wasn't healthy? What if he had Down Syndrome or a congenital malformation or a heart problem? Would I be just as happy? Would I still be bragging and/or would I share that with strangers? I know I wouldn't love him any less, if he was ill, of course I would be worried and if he had a chromosomal difference such as Down Syndrome I would be a little sad only because I know it's a harder row to hoe for his family. With greater difference comes more adjustment.
I am pretty sure I would share this information with strangers if only because as I have gotten older, I have become more outspoken. And because I know, like many others don't, the joy of being with children who seem different to others.
Of course this is not the story with Max, so I didn't have to think about it at the time I was sharing my news. Maybe next time though, I will say something like, "The most important thing isn't that he is healthy, it's that he is here and we have one more person to love in this family."