When I was pregnant, I spent a substantial amount of time talking with the women in my family about all sorts of things related to my growing tummy (what Maggie would call everyone, where she would sleep when we’d come to visit, what type of PJs were easier to zip in the middle of the night, diapers, breastfeeding, cribs, etc.) and the men didn’t partake in the conversations unless they happened to find themselves nearby. More often than not, the men were more than happy NOT to have an opinion about All Things Pregnancy or All Things Newborn.
Now that Maggie is here and we’re well beyond the bubble of pregnancy and newborn life, the men will stop whatever they are doing just to have some special time with her. Between her grandfathers, uncles and father, the girl gets plenty of their undivided attention and the result of this is total and utter adoration. The girl loves each and every one of ’em and they each have their own special inside jokes. For example, Phil keeps trying to teach her the peace sign and Greg takes her around his shop to see his tractors and tools.
Now that Maggie is well versed in giving hugs and kisses, each uncle and grandpa has been showered with a kiss and a hug or two. My grandpa, my dad and Greg have all been in the middle of big, dirty jobs when we’ve showed up for a visit and all three of them have stopped working almost immediately to get some time with their favorite girl, Maggie Mae.
It never crossed my mind that Mags wouldn’t have a relationship with her grandfathers and uncles, but never did I guess that those men would be so sweet to her.
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