Thursday, March 22, 2007

"Our Looking For Our Mommy"



If anyone had told me, when I was in the throes of raising children, that the day would come when I could visit the bathroom alone, take a shower alone, when I wouldn't have to share sips of every cup of tea I drank with tea-loving munchkins, go shopping, just for fun, alone, actually browse at the library, I wouldn't have believed them. But, look at me now. I even have time to blog! And so it will be for my daughter, even though, right now, she receives such true and well-intentioned comments with a look that says "Right. You're just humouring me!"

A few days ago I found my DD with her Bear and her Rowdy Roo , at the airport. I'd only run like a rabbit up and down the escalator between the arrivals gate and baggage claim about four times....when there she was, smiling and serene . She was happy to see me. I am, after all, her Mommy. The Bear and the Rowdy Roo eyed me with suspicion and clung like limpets to their mother's legs. "Who," you could imagine them thinking, "is this grinning, aged fool, addressing us in such familiar terms?" Ah, the trials of long distance grandparenthood!


Day One we headed to the Wildlife Park, where Bear and Rowdy Roo set about proving that the toddler urge to climb is universal.

The little duck and his turtle friend were not the main attractions, but they were the ones that caught my eye.They made me think of 2 1/2 yr. old Rowdy's comment every time he saw an animal not in the company of at least one other of its own kind ---- "Our looking for our mommy."

11 comments:

mjd said...

Oh Molly, What a sweet post...I thought that the turtle and duck were grand; and then, I saw your grandchildren. You must have had a wonderful time.

I have resurrected an old blog at Return of the White Robin. Come for a visit.

Tracey Petersen said...

I hope that you have a lovely time with your family visiting. I'm jealous of your time in peace, but I know I'll feel out of place when my children eventually leave home.

Isabelle said...

How lovely to be a granny at all (she said bitterly and not for the first time...) and look at those lovely little boys, not to say that sunshine! Actually, it's been beautifully sunny here in Scotland too, but certainly not t-shirt and shorts weather. Still, spring's here. Have fun with your descendants.

Liz said...

Still not sure I believe you! Perhaps some day I will be volunteering to bathe my grandchildren instead of avoiding bath time like the plague!

meggie said...

Looks like you had fun with your grandsons. It is true how lovely children seem, when they are 'grand' children. All the patience in the world seems yours.
And their faults? do they have some?

nutmeg said...

One can't wish one's life away but to do things on one's own is truly BLISS! And like Liz, bath time gives me a pain in the neck, literally and figuratively ;-)

Stomper Girl said...

Oh that was lovely Molly. Having the little ones is lovely but it also helps you appreciate solitude and privacy. I hope you and Liz and the boys are having a wonderful time and that the boys have thawed by now.

Diana said...

Lovely! You'll have such a great time becoming reacquainted with them and they'll have great memories of their visit. Enjoy!

Tanya Brown said...

The young limpets look as though they're having a blast. That's some mighty good fence climbing! I trust that by now they've gotten reacquainted with the idea of having grandparents and are enjoying all rights and privileges thereof.

Hope the DD is getting a bit of a vacation out of this as well. Anyone who can arrive smiling and serene from a flight with a couple of toddlers deserves one.

Molly said...

Tracey, my first child was born in '72, my youngest in '87. I love/loved being their mom and being able to stay home with them. But, I am ready for that empty nest!
Isabelle, you just have to be patient. Grandson #1 was born 6 yrs after the wedding.....hang in there!

Yes, the limpets have thawed. I'm the go-to person at bathtime.
We're having fun but I do think Liz will need another holiday when she gets home!The kind where Dad disappears with the children for hours on end.... I see how much energy her two take and I'm in awe of myself! How the hell did I do it? Mine were further apart, but still! Was the OC slipping a little something in my tea every morning before he left for work?

mjd said...

My first child was born in 1971 and the second in 1974. We have one grandchild, but our sons both waited till their thirties to marry. Isn't being a grandma lovely?

Thanks for visiting my revived blog. We plan to try to keep Mama Said, Papa Said up too. In fact, I just posted there yesterday.