Last December when Keith and Mindy told us they were expecting their first child, I began wondering what holding Carson would be like. After months of waiting, Carson Robert Clark made his entry into the world. Lourene, Laura, and I were in the family waiting room along with Mindy’s family when we heard the wonderful news.
We made our way to their room and experienced that holy moment of seeing Carson for the first time, cradled in his mother’s arms. There was a mixture of tears and quiet laughter as we all tried to get a glimpse of his sweet face. Soon we made our way out of the room to give Keith, Mindy, and Carson some time together before Carson had to go to the nursery.
In the months waiting for Carson’s arrival friends tried to prepare me. Most of their comments about being a grandfather ended with, “It’s an amazing experience.” After a few moments in Carson’s presence and little more than a few glimpses of his face, I knew they were right — amazing! I love that little boy so much. The love for my grandson was as instant as my love for his father and aunt when they were born.
We stayed in town for the two days Mindy and Carson were in the hospital. I can tell you that I got to hold Carson in my arms four times for a total of about 35 minutes. I know this because I cherished every single minute.
When it was time to hand him over to the one waiting to hold him, I began thinking about the next time I would hold him. Truth is, the minute I passed him to his grandmother or aunt I was looking at the clock to figure out when would be my next turn.
Holding Carson was all I wanted to do!
As I reflect on holding Carson I imagine God wanting to hold me. I love being a grandfather. Being a grandfather reminds me how wonderful it is to be a child of God. Holding Carson reminds me of the love God has lavished on me.
Sorry if I seem a little distracted these days. Chances are, I am daydreaming about the next time I am holding Carson.