The second Saturday of the year has come and gone already!
Don’t tell me time doesn’t fly. The last time I held my little granddaughter, she was 4 months old. In the blink of an eye, she is 9 days away from her 2nd birthday, and not a baby anymore. Where did my little baby girl go? Where did the time go? I have no way of knowing when I’ll see her again, and I’ll be a stranger to her, a face she sees from time to time on a cell phone screen… I hate the huge panic over this virus, and I hate the distance between myself and my children and my granddaughter.
One thing I have learnt over the past year -family is important , very much so. Nothing can replace the love of a mother or grandmother, father or grandfather. Uncles, aunts, nieces and nephews – important pieces of the puzzle of life.
I grew up with family (my father was one of 7 children!), then, through circumstances, grew apart from them, and lost contact for many years. I have recently started communicating with a few of my cousins, uncles and aunts, and I KNOW I missed out big time. And I do blame my parents for the loss to a certain extent.
Not everybody has wonderful relationships with their families, I know. But believe me, a life with irritating family members, is just soooooo much better than a life without family.