Nana, why do you need a Shawl?

His dark blue eyes were staring up at me, so different from my own. His gaze seemed to take in all of me at once and yet I knew that this precious bundle on my lap cradled in my arms could only see my face from his vantage point. But I knew that was all that he needed to see. Love was streaming out of my eyes as I looked into his. Here, deep inside those stunningly blue baby eyes, my love was returned. A smile came to both our faces as I held my grandson that early evening.

Summer had passed and in this cool Autumn evening the temperature had dropped noticeably for the first time since Summer’s end. Yes, I thought, it is “shawl” weather again. You see, I love my shawls of which I have several. Probably a throw back from my Colonial days when I lived lifetimes ago! Oh, how I adore wrapping up in a nice cozy shawl, like warm arms around me holding in warmth. The young one on my lap looked at me knowing that I was about to make a change.

As I set my grandbaby on his blanket on the floor I took him, “I will only be a minute. Just want to get my shawl then I will be right back.”

His beautiful turquoise eyes seem to turn a light blue-gray and a frown appeared on his cuddly little face. “Why do you need a shawl, Nana?” he seemed to be asking.

Within a minute, I had grabbed my shawl from the back of the kitchen chair where I had left it and held it tightly wrapped around me. Hmmm … this feels so good. The contentment I felt was not matched by the sweet baby about to cry lying on the blanket!

Laughing a bit, I picked him up and walked over to the large rocker and sat down with him. “Oh, come on,” I said as I saw his eyes fill with tears. “I was only a minute and now we can both enjoy my shawl.”

I stretched the shawl open from around me so it now wrapped the two of us together. A second later … no more tears! Ha! I knew it, I said to myself as I squeezed him a bit tightly and closer to me.

I do so love looking at my grandson. It seems his look changes from week to week and most positively it does as he is only a baby and growing by leaps and bounds in many ways! I watched him as his attention turned away from me. It was not my face that he looked at now but it was my shawl!

Carefully his little fingers touched the fringe on the edges of it. He seemed to like the feel of that and delighted in allowing his tiny little fingers play with the strands. Oh my, I must tell you that he left out the cutest little giggle too! His fingers then found the fabric and touched it with a gentle stroke of his hand. The texture of the shawl was smooth and shiny. He lifted a small section of the shawl up and with curiosity looked at it. The abstract design on it seemed to agree with my precious boy. He jiggled the material but the design remained and did not fall off! This must have made him happy too! With intensity he continued to look and feel this wonderful shawl.

Then he did the most amazing thing! He took the material and brushed it up against his face several times. Then closed his eyes! He was content … safe and warm within my shawl with me.

In that quiet early evening I imagined him saying to himself, “So that’s why Nana wears a shawl … to stay safe and warm.” I watched as he slept there, peacefully like an angel!

Nana, why do you need a Shawl?

Judi Taylor

Stowe, United States

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This is a story of the growing curiosity of a baby and the simple contentment of his Nana’s shawl.

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