Grandchildren! What a delight!
When I, rather involuntarily, left work in 2009, one of my colleagues said, "Now you can spend more time with Rosie." And a light came on. With almost total recall, all the things about being the headteacher of a very small school that I DIDN'T enjoy (teaching NOT being among them ...) flashed before my eyes ... Taking the temperature of the water and logging it, so that nobody died of Legionnaire's Disease, putting salt down on the playground on frosty mornings, explaining to an inspector who should have known better, that serious inferences cannot be drawn from cohorts of eight ... And on and on ...
Rosie is the eldest of my grandchildren: she was the only one, back then, but now there are five ... And I adore them all. The latest addition to the clan was born a week ago today, and already it's as if he was always coming: we were just waiting for him to be here. He's the star in the photo below.
I have visited with them all this week. Here are the highlights:
Rosie, 9, now singing in her daddy's choir talking about the Christmas repertoire.
Abigail, 5, listening, wide-eyed through my dramatic re-telling of The Three Billy Goats Gruff, then remarking, "You used LOTS of adjectives, grandma!"
Sam, 2, running away and hiding under the table in the middle of a nappy change, "Go away! I''m busy!"
Frank, 8 months, giving me his stellar smile before crawling off commando -style to investigate the vacuum cleaner.
And now, Finley, a lovely warm bundle, sleeping soundly through all the fuss as he meets and greets his extended family.
I'm proud of them all, and am very thankful to my amazing daughters and sons-in-law, for allowing me to be part of their lives!
Finley, Auntie Kate and Mum, Hannah.