Today I became a grandfather.
Fortunately for me I had two great examples of how grandfather’s should be. My Pop was a very strong man of faith and my Pappaw was an amazing man who not only helped mold my life, but also was loved by the community.
When I found out my daughter, Ashlee, was pregnant, one of the first things I did was tell her that I wanted to be called Pappaw. It was my way of honoring the man who meant so much to me growing up.
It didn’t bother me at all that I was going to be a grandfather. Over the past nine months I embraced that I was going to be a Pappaw and have been excited about being called that.
Even though I had been preparing for nine months, the reality of it didn’t officially hit me until today, when Brooklynn Rebecca was welcomed into the world at 8:36 a.m. EST, weighing 8 lbs., 10 oz., and 21 inches long.
I had kissed Tammy goodbye before heading out the door to work. As I walked through the garage I mumbled to myself, “I’m a Pappaw.”
Tears filled my eyes as thoughts of how much my grandfathers meant to me and how happy I was to be carrying on their traditions.
I ran back inside, hugged and kissed Tammy but was so choked up that it took me a few seconds before I could tell her why I was fighting back tears.
Me: I’m a Pappaw.
Tammy smiled at me and I almost lost it again.
Even though Ashlee, Billy and Brooklynn are in North Carolina and I may not get to see them as much as I saw my grandparents, I know that I have my work cut out for me and some really big shoes to fill.