We have six grandchildren and love them all dearly.
Likewise we have five kids and five wonderful sons- and daughter-in-laws and they are all cherished. Sadly we don’t manage to spend as much time as we would like with them. As I write, I begin to feel like Bob Cratchit at Christmas … but I remember too, the need to provide stability within our own relationship and our own family and to be appropriately independent at times. Yesterday was an interesting day for me, family-wise.
Our two local grandchildren had been with us for a sleep-over. Both were born after the death of my late father (2002), but for some reason I became aware that if my father were still with us, yesterday would have been his hundredth birthday. Oh how he would have loved these kids, just as he loved their parents.
But this was our time to spend with the youngsters. Maggie wanted Gran to teach her to knit, and so it came to pass. She was producing reasonably reliable rows with few dropped stitches in very short order.
Cooper was more interested in his own world and he lay on the bedroom floor, surrounded by toys, and partial skeleton of his “bone monster” (described in yesterday’s blog. He was colouring in a book of “superheroes” and was happy in his isolation.
Later in the day, after the children had been reclaimed by their rightful guardians, I went out to experiment a little using some of the techniques espoused by the photographic impressionist community. So the first little work boat, “J.Vee” is moored in the sheltered bay at Hikoikoi.
My next interpretation is of a red yacht which is anchored in Lowry Bay.
See you tomorrow.