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I had the pleasure of picking up our two grandson, ages 7 and 2 yesterday at about 2pm and had them until 4pm today.  The little one-Grandson #2- had only slept over once before and since he is generally not a good sleeper at nights…..meaning he doesn’t sleep right through the night, I was prepared. 

We had a wonderful time during the day, playing with multiple toys, reading many, many books and getting lots of exercise to tire him out.  I gave him a “fun bath”  early in the evening, put on PJ’s and read more stories.  He loves book and we have a special chair which I must sit on and he climbs up on my lap.  At 2, he is already reading pictures, pointing out his favourite things and he has very definite opinions on what he likes and often wants to just go to particular pages in the book so he can laugh at the picture or say “Ouch” at appropriate pictures.  By 9pm, after all the hugs to Poppy, Daddy and Brother, we were off to bed.  All went well and he was almost asleep when he heard his Daddy’s voice talking to “Big Brother”.  That was it….he wanted Daddy.  Since he had not had any milk since supper, I decided perhaps he should get up again and have a sippy cup.  Back out to the living room we go, he chats to Daddy and Brother and drinks every last drop of his milk, and then without any complaint, he grabs a few “stuffies” and sensing I was serious this time, he curled up in his bed and was asleep within a few minutes.  Aaah!  Time now to spend some quality time with Grandson #1 and give Daddy a break as he was up since 6am for work and didn’t get home until 5:30pm.  After playing a few “Brain Training” computer games, we decided to watch a number of old videos of various events in his life with Momma, Poppy, Daddy, Auntie, and Big Sister.  He delighted in seeing himself at the various stages, two, three, four, five and laughed at his own antics.  Even though he kept insisting he wasn’t tired and didn’t want to go to bed, when his head hit the pillow, he was out like a light.

Now my bedtime!  I had a fear that if the little one woke up, I might not hear him, so just to make sure, I ensured there was a bright nightlight in the hallway, I blocked the hallway off from the stairs and just as an extra precaution, I closed their bedroom door and left mine open.  Did I need to worry whether I would hear him if he woke up?  Not for a second – as soon as he whimpered, my feet hit the floor.  I wonder – what is it about a mother’s makeup which, when her child or grandchild whimpers, she can rise from a deep sleep and be there in two seconds, ready to hug and console.  Men might hear if the child makes enough noise, but generally they just sleep through it all.

Thank God that He gave us that instinct – to not only hear instantly, but to also have the ability to comfort and console even when we are exhausted ourselves, and thank God for grandchildren whom we can love and cuddle and nurture, and then send them back home so that we can rest. 

High Five to all the Mothers and Grandmothers out there who see their children through the good times and the bad.  The time you spend will not be forgotten.  Dads and Granddads, you are important too, but this article is about Motherhood.

 

 

Am I a procrastinator?  Sometimes I think I am and sometimes I think I am not.  What makes one a procrastinator?  I will think and write on these things.

I started off writing and naming this blog site as Family Memories, but I have written very little about family and very little about memories.  I had planned to write a new blog at least on a weekly basis, but that hasn’t happened either.  Was it because I am procrastinating, was it because I didn’t feel like I had anything valuable to write that day, or was it because my plans for the day are always changing based on someone else’s plans for me, or someone else’s needs at the moment.  e.g. How many times have you been about to make a phone call when someone else phoned you or asked you for a favour or said they were hungry and then you stopped what you were doing to do something else?  Do we always think that we will have more time, that we will make that phone call another day?  Do we really believe that we know for sure that we will have another day to talk to that person?

Today, I WILL call my Mother.  Today, I have written a blog.  Yes, it is a short blog, but who says that blogs have to be long?  Who says that blogs have to be full of wisdom?  Today, writing this blog has not been easy.

Yes, phone lines go both ways, but we need to keep in touch with those we love, because we never know how long we will have them around or how long we will be around.  Never miss an opportunity to say “I Love You” to those you love.

I am tired but tired in a good way.  What a busy, busy summer I had.  It started with a trip to Orlando to meet up with two very good friends and join up with many, many women from around the world to praise and worship God.  After several days of intense listening to great speakers and amazing singing, I was transported to a resort for a week of renewing memories with my two great friends.  We talked, we read, we walked, we ate and we slept.  It is amazing that after 30 some years of us not all being together at the same time, we were transported back in time as we recalled our memories of our working together in Jamaica and sharing so much of our early married life.  Many things have changed since then, but the friendship remained strong.  Thank God for the friendship of other loyal and faithful women.

Following the wonderful 10 days or so in Orlando, I was joined by our lovely young granddaughter who just reached the age of 12, and she spent from June 30th to August 31st with us.  What a delightful young lady she is and we shared many happy events as we toured NB, PEI and even parts of Quebec and Ontario.  And then time with our two grandsons all summer – delightful, active little boys – our house was buzzing with activity and our pool was seldom empty.  Having our third son and only daughter with us much of the summer was also wonderful and gave me a break every now and then to catch my breath.

If that wasn`t enough activity, we then drove to Ontario for 16 days of visiting with our two oldest sons and some updating on their lives and getting to know more about their lives.  Of course, the highlight again was spending most of this time with our youngest granddaughter.  I love all our children dearly, but they are all grown up now and there is nothing much better than spending time with grandchildren, and especially when one is not solely responsible for them all the time.  This beautiful little grandchild kept me smiling through our whole vacation in Ontario, except of course, when she received bumps and bruises in our care.  So sorry, sweetheart, but a kitchen is not a race course and was never intended to be so.  We really, really did try to protect you.

Summer is over, and now I am resting and hopefully I will get some more time to blog.

Welcome to my world of blogging and recording life and family memories!

As I was reading the book “The Secret Life of Bees” by Sue Monk Kidd this morning,  I started to think of childhood memories. The little girl in the story was trying “to conjure up a memory of her mother, just a sliver of something, like her tucking me into bed at night”.  This thought led me to ask my husband, who lost his mother at the age of 10, to try to recollect memories of her from his childhood.  As he was not living with his mother most of this early childhood, he had very few memories of her, but the few memories that he had brought tears to his eyes.  It would have been really helpful to have digital cameras back in those days.  We remember so much from seeing pictures of events.

What could I remember of my paternal grandmother?  I thought about this for some time and the memories were so vague….I was young, very young but I did have faint recollections of the house she lived in – the upstairs apartment of my uncle’s house, and memories of visiting her by entering through the back of the house and going up a stairwell.  I remembered the smell of freshly baked cookies.  I remembered her snow white hair, but then, am I just remembering a picture of her?   I do, however, remember very clearly the early morning that my mother opened our bedroom door – the bedroom shared with my sisters – and, carrying a kerosene lamp, entered to tell us that Grammy had died during the night.  The memory seems so sad.  I wanted to see her just one more time.  Does that longing for one more time ever NOT exist?

Memories, memories!  How important are the memories of our childhood!  Nowadays, social network sites and digital cameras  certainly make it easier for our children and our grandchildren to remember what people looked like or what they did on vacation, or other family events; however, the power of written word can tell so much more.  I have now decided to publish “the written word”.  I hope that through this avenue I can share some of my life, thoughts and memories with family and friends.