She might still have trouble holding on to her toys, but my little diva has her grandpa tightly wrapped around her itty-bitty finger.
Never in my 26 years of existence did I imagine I'd hear my dad—the all-business-no-smiles kinda guy—make those sounds. Cradling my 6-month-old baby girl in his arms, he has been softly cooing to her for close to 10-minutes now. The tiny human currently chilling in my old man's safe arms has somehow managed to do what nobody else in the family has been able to in all these years: expose my dad's soft side. Heck, I didn't even know he had it in him. She might still have trouble holding on to her toys, but this little diva has her grandpa tightly wrapped around her itty-bitty finger.
This unbelievable change in my dad has been one of the most unexpected joys motherhood has given me. All my pregnancy research and the hours and hours of baby videos I watched online had prepared me for the warm, mushy goodness one experiences when a child flashes their toothless smile at you or does something monumental as have their first taste of solid food. However, nobody warned (and trust me, I needed warning) about the fact that grandfathers practically melt into a love puddle the moment they meet a grandchild.
Don't get me wrong, my dad didn't have a black hole for a heart when my brother and I were growing up. In his own too-cool-for-school way, he made sure we knew how much he loved us. Even with a busy schedule, he showed up to every single one of our curricular and extra-curricular events and never left us wanting for anything. However, I cannot for the life of me remember a time he got silly with us or half-danced around the house with one of us in his arms like he's been doing with my baby girl.
It's been both a blessing and a boon to live near him now that I have a little one in the house. He's always ready to drop everything and report for grandpa duties when I'm desperately in need of a nap. On the other hand, he's also more than comfortable with showing up at odd hours of the day to simply check on his little princess. Apparently, staying away from her for more than an hour at a time is just too much for the old man. He has also been unapologetically robbing my mom off the chance to spend time with her granddaughter and stares daggers at anyone else who dares to as much touch the baby. Yeah, I've got a lot of apology messages to send out to my friends and in-laws who've come to see me and the baby.
On the other hand, I wouldn't trade any of this for the world. Simply bearing witness to how attached he is to my daughter makes my eyes well up. Here she is, just a few months old and she's already got by her side someone who will literally put his life on the line for her. It drastically calms down a lot of my new mom fears, and for that I can never thank my dad enough.