I remember riding on the train – backwards. It made me dizzy. My grandmother would pick me up in Brooklyn and we’d take the train to her home in Northeast Pennsylvania. She would keep me for a couple of weeks, or a month and then take me back to my parents.
I loved those visits.
I expected I’d be doing the same thing with my grand-kids when the time came. But that’s never happened. They’re far away. They’re busy. They have plans. I have plans. And somehow, the opportunity never presents itself.
My granddaughters have never poked through my jewelry box or worn my opera length pearls. They have not ransacked my hat boxes and posed in my old Easter bonnets or waddled about in my high heeled shoes.
I wonder what it would take for me to get one of them under my roof for a few weeks. Nothing short of kidnapping, I think.
Would they like it? Would they have wanted to hear the story of how an Asian craftsman took years to carve this ivory tusk? Would they serve tea in the same teacups from which their great grandparents sipped? Would they enjoy looking through old photos and learning about relatives they have never met?
Or would they sit in my parlor playing video games or texting friends at home. Would the visit show how much I love them? Or bore them to tears?
Guess I’ll never know.
[Show #446]
This is sad, Annette. I guess I have it pretty lucky…I get to see my two grandsons just about whenever I want. I followed my son and his family from Albuquerque to Minot, ND. I don’t suppose many people have that option, but it’s the best thing I ever did. While we don’t try on my old dresses (I don’t have any), nor do we thumb through many old photographs. I think our time is better spent with things they like to do, and I’ve tried to get my head around video games, origami, soccer and football. And it pays off in the long run – yesterday I was leaving the family behind in Bismarck while I went home and Shawn (9 y.o.) wanted me to stay another day. I try to enjoy the time I have with them and keep myself busy (or lazy-ing around as my moods swing) when I’m not with them.