Tuesday, January 22, 2013
That's MY little boy
Grandparents bring such a richness into the childhood.
I remember many many things my Granny taught me. The stories she told me of her childhood, at how different her time was but how much the same she was in other ways.
Last week Rick's parents came to stay with us. They live 13 hours' drive north (but they flew) so we don't get to see them much apart from magic Skype! And despite them having 15 grandchildren aged 30+ down to Dean at 3 and greatgrandchildren a plenty, they have an ever growing, endless supply of love and affection for each of them. My boys adore their Nan & Pop.
My MIL is a treasure and I love her deeply. She has taken me in as her own and fills me with pride when she compliments my parenting or the love I have for her son. I want to make her and Dad proud. And to top it off, she loves my cooking. She is a great culinary magician and yet, she kept asking me for the recipes of my smoothies, pasta and cakes. We are kindred spirits for sure.
In the picture above, she sat down at the boys' little table to play with them, early one morning. She may have a funny spanish/yorkshire/aussie accent but that doesn't stop the boys from being mesmerised when she speaks. Here she is showing Dean the photos in her locket. He looked intently as Nanny told him that she has photos of her 5 children in there and that one of them was their Daddy.
"That's my little boy there- your Daddy" she would say.
My boys didn't quite get the concept. They agreed that the other children were their aunties and uncles but the little boy that was their Daddy was in fact one of them. And then it was a little too much and off they pottered with another thought that 'flew into their funnels'.
This week I sorely miss my Mam & Dad, (Nan & Pop). It is hard to be so far away from family.