
The Gift of Patience: What I Learned While Waiting to Meet My Grandchild
The baby blanket I’d crocheted sat folded in my lap, its soft yarn suddenly feeling heavy as lead. Around me, the maternity ward buzzed with joyful reunions – but my phone remained silent, my texts unanswered. My son’s terse message that morning – “We’ll let you know when we’re ready for visitors” – hadn’t prepared…