Having
been a Dad for thirty-odd years, I was thrilled to become a grandpa
on March 10. Our grandson, Kevin Zhuang, was born ten days
earlier than anticipated. Both mother and baby are healthy,
but the baby is very tiny， and more often than not keeps his eyes
shut. I gentally touched his arm with my finger. It
felt as soft as tofu, as if I could poke through.
Thrilled, I sent out E-mail messages to friends
and relatives. One friend warns me against spoiling my grandson
in the future. That night, rain fell on the roof, and as
I pulled quilt over, I thought of my grandson. In this world,
there is one more person, this grandson, to care for now.
Our grandson is now one month old.
In the tradition of Chinese culture, his grandma was busy
making sweet rice and red eggs to give to friends
and relatives. I got to care for our grandson. He
was sleeping all the while. From time to time, he would
stretch his arms and legs, and open his eyes. He
would fall back to sleep if he is satisfied that he is in our
arms. If left on a bed alone, he would cry out loud
and got everyone's immediate attention.
Yesterday was the third week of the coalition
war against Iraq, and U.S. soldiers had advanced to Baghda.
So I had this nice job of holding our grandson while watching
CNN. Holding him in arms, feeling his body temperature
and movements, I was extremely pleased, with what I was holding,
and what I was seeing.
