We’re having a lovely half term so far – cold as anything, but glimpses of the sun and we’ve been able to get out and about every day. We’ve also managed to see the family quite a bit, which is lovely. My sister had her first baby back in September so he’s still new and shiny (and a bit smelly, dribbly and all other lovely baby things of course!) and we’ve managed to spend some time with him. He’s just started sitting up….well, when I say sitting up….he’s a bit like a sack of spuds! If you ensure his nappy is flat at the bottom when you plonk him down and put his hands on the ground in front of him, he can sit for short times by himself, before collapsing forward between his own legs and lying quite contentedly licking the floor when he can reach it (so easily satisfied and SO bendy!).
All this has of course got me quite nostalgic and looking through photos of my own daughter when she was young. This photo of four generations of our family was the one which sprang immediately to mind.
When I was 9 years old my parents decided that we’d move from the Midlands to Devon for a better, closer family life. Trouble is, whereas it was closer for our immediate family as my parents now worked and lived in the same building, it moved us away from all the rest of our family – aunts, uncles, cousins and grandparents. From then on visits were quite rare, although we kept in touch by letter (I’m SO old!) and phone. This photo shows a rare visit from my grandparents back in 1999 when my daughter was born. This was the first time they’d met her. Although all the girls in the family (apart from my daughter the poser!) hate having their photo taken, when we realised there where now four generations of us under the same roof, we just had to let grandad take a photo. Now, I know it’s not the greatest photo ever – we’ve all got daft expressions on our faces (think grandad was on about take 15 by the time he got this, the shot he wanted, so heaven knows what the rest were like!) and nan’s holding my daughter a bit like a bag of flour with a good deal of nappy showing but WHAT THE HECK?! The girls are all together; the generation gap may have been huge years wise, but at that moment it was shrunk down to zero.
Poor grandad passed away last year. Nan’s health is failing and she has the beginnings of dementure. Now I’ve managed to find this photo in amongst all the others, I’m going to have it printed out so we can all have a copy of it this coming Mother’s Day. This is a great time of year to be thankful for the lovely ladies in our family, to cherish them and to remember that we’re always there for each other.