Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

I dropped by puddings from a local bakery for the new parents yesterday.  Chocolate and Caramel Custard.  Comfort food.  I had to quietly meet my daughter-in-law at the door, because baby was asleep on my son, and they said he'd had a fussy morning.  There is little I can do, as basically they are bonding and getting the lay of the land (baby).  I bring food and visit a bit and try to hold him but I'm really not much help.  I printed out some photos of him on my computer and put up his picture next to the other three grandchildren.  I know he is going to change so much that this is futile, but it feels good to have him included on our wall in our bedroom and downstairs in the hallway.  I am beginning to work on the Grandmother book I bought a few months ago.  My granddaughter enjoys hers, and I think the other two will when they are older.  And since my parents never got around to filling in the ones I gave them, I feel a kind of urgency.  I don't want anyone left out.  I find the book interesting, as I have to reflect on my own history.  I tell it slightly differently with every book.  And none is the same format, so the information is varied.  Plus, I'm writing in different years, with events highlighted that are more relevant to each child.  At least I hope so.