Steven LaChance Blog

Morning light. Quiet house. Everything exactly where it should be.

It’s six in the morning and I’m lying here listening to my grandsons sleeping at the foot of the bed. They probably stayed up later than they should have, but we were having too much fun to care.

Life doesn’t really prepare you for what it feels like to be a grandparent. It’s a different role than being a parent. You still help guide them, but it comes with more patience and a lot more joy.

I see our children in them all the time. In the way they move. In the things they say. In the expressions that suddenly appear. Sometimes it stops me for a moment because I can see their parents at that same age. There’s something comforting in that.

I want the world to be good to them.

I listen to them breathing now, slow and steady. One of them shifts in his sleep, not waking, just moving the way children do when they feel safe. And in moments like this, everything feels exactly as it should. Perfect.