Being a granddad

I never thought about being a granddad. I never aspired to be one. One day Hester phoned me. I was in the piggery. I stepped outside to get a better signal. And was somewhat surprised when she asked me if I were alone. Could anyone hear or guess our conversation. I had no idea what she was about to say. When she dropped the bomb-shell that she was pregnant.........I was suddenly ridiculously so excited....and nervous as hell ......just fingers crossed and hoping that the pregnancy would go to term, as they say, and we would have a brand new family member. I can't explain the joy. Was it the selfish gene. Even thinking back I can't come up with a reason for my happiness for me as much as for Hester and Chris.So I became a granddad on the day that Chris phoned me with the magical news.
If you are or once were a teacher (other situations obviously apply) you know the feeling of being boring, being out-of-touch, not wanted, not liked, etc etc ......... but to be with a grandchild.....who calls you "granddad" and asks you to do a puzzle, or do ring-a-ring-a-roses, or play pretend under the sofa or............................................