Saturday, September 20, 2014

Coming home

The upside of Dave’s not travelling is that when I arrive back at Manchester airport after sixteen and a half hours journey, he is there to meet me - not tired, not jetlagged, and full of interesting things to say. And I know I’ve said it before, but I always love coming home to Dave and to Hepworth Towers, set up this quiet lane on the edge of the village.
These things make up for missing the family back in Boulder, and the gap that is left by Lux (4) not getting into my bed at 7 a.m. every morning for a chat on such topics as why my plum tree only had six plums on it this summer after years of overload, and why Dave thought it was a good idea to wash a duvet in the bath. (Lux’s comment: “Dave needs to calm down from his silly choices.”)
I am taken aback by the strength of my feelings for all of my grandchildren. It’s not what I expected. I thought they might be entertaining in a sotto voce kind of way. I didn’t expect to love them as passionately and as tenderly as I do, and to miss so badly the ones  who live half a world away.



marmee said...

Welcome home! How I agree with you...I have a little grandson that is 20 months old and I am sometimes almost afraid of the strength of my feelings. And I had never longed for a grandchild, had not thought I would have any...but now when he sits next to me and puts his little hand on my hand..

But it has also made me soooo thin-skinned about the things that happen to children all over the world that sometimes I cannot sleep. When i see a videoclip of a palestinian child crying: mamma, mamma as his mother is dragged by an IDF is my dear Raf's voice I hear

Sue Hepworth said...

I agree with everything you say.
I had not longed for a grandchild either.
And I feel just the same way about the suffering of children all over the world - just lately in Gaza and Syria.