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Kennedy Rose: The Haitian Sensation


My granddaughter turned two weeks yesterday, on her original due date. She arrived early at the ball after the doctors decided to induce her mother to give her relief from gestational diabetes.

Newborns are such strange creatures with their big "ready for their closeup" heads and their tiny bodies. Kennedy also has these long pink feet that don't really match.

"She's got my feet," my daughter Marissa chuckled.

On the day Kennedy was born, Marissa looked up at me and smiled.

"I made that," she said with a self-satisfied grin.

Yes, you did, I thought. It's the best thing you will ever do.

When I had my first baby, I was a hot mess. I didn't know how to do anything. So my husband put my mom on a plane and brought her out to Regina where she showed me the ropes and minded Nicholas while I slept.

Maybe it's because we have the Internet now, but Marissa doesn't need me. She's a natural mother, and seems very relaxed for having had a watermelon pass her nethers just two weeks ago. Marissa is also lucky to have Jeff who shares the workload, taking the night shift while Marissa gets some much needed zzzs.

And Jeff is taking parental leave while Marissa goes back to work next week.

I am in awe.

I love this new creature with her black hair and her tan skin. She is the perfect blend of genes from her mother, the original Snow White, and her Haitian father.

I'm calling her the Haitian Sensation, and yes, I know, there is an artist named that. But I like it.

I'm so proud of this little family for reminding me everyday what's important in life.

Love. Happiness. Newborns.

The circle of life.



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