A million minutes ago, my grandson was born.
When I first held him, I fell in love.
I leaned in and whispered,
“I’m going to be the best grandad I can be.”
I wasn’t sure what that meant.
I wasn’t even sure how to begin.
I just knew I wanted to try.
He turns two soon.
He’s grown.
Somewhere along the way, so have I.
I used to think becoming a grandad was about what I could give him.
I’m starting to think it’s also about who it’s asking me to become.
A million minutes isn’t very long.
But it’s been enough to change one little boy.
And one older man.