Tick Tock Tick Tock

So it is countdown time to the mediation. 
In less than 40 hours a stranger will decide what is best for my Grandson
Someone that has never held him. 
Never read him a story or made up a fanciful tale of trolls and gnomes in a village far far away.
Who never saw the wonder on his face the first time he saw snow or puppies
Someone who wasn't there the first time he tried ice cream or felt the sand between his little toes
Not the person that has watched his little cheeks turn beet red when a little girl smiled at him, or when he was feeling shy
They won't know that he hates nuts but loves lorna doone cookies.
Their heart has never ached with pride during a school play or the first time he went to a door to trick or treat. 
They were not there when he was born. Not there  to see the cord around his neck at or to weep with relief when they heard his first beautiful cry

But they will be the one to decide how much and how often his parents see him.  
Therefore they will be the one that decides the same for us, Nana and Baba.  
His daddy doesn't let us see him when he has him, so the only option we have is when he is with his Mama. 
There has been so many changes in his little life in the last year, and in all of ours.  
It is going to be a long 40 hours  .... tick tock   tick tock