Summer is one of my favorite times of the year. It takes us past the blistery cold and blanketing snow of the winter. Summer gets us beyond the heavy rains and muddy grounds of spring. But better than this, is the opportunity to spend concentrated time with the grandchildren. Each summer we are treated with the comings and goings of our children’s children. At times we will have all ten.
You can imagine the busyness of giving each one the attention they have come to expect from their Granny (my name from the older ones)/GiGi (my name from the younger ones). The mounds of food that are consumed. The constant buzz of conversation. The barrage of questions. What some may see as mayhem to be avoided, I see as moments to be seized.
You can imagine the busyness of giving each one the attention they have come to expect from their Granny (my name from the older ones)/GiGi (my name from the younger ones). The mounds of food that are consumed. The constant buzz of conversation. The barrage of questions. What some may see as mayhem to be avoided, I see as moments to be seized.
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