They live in Sydney, my favourite city-- on the northern beaches near Palm Beach, the location for the long running soapie "Home and Away". The last time we got together was at a party to celebrate my mother's 100th birthday last July. It's not just the tyranny of distance that keeps us apart-- I must admit I panic about leaving my husband --in a wheelchair--on his own. Any guilt I felt was completely wiped out by the gorgeous days I spent with my daughter, and reinforced by long phone calls in which Cole told me he was managing brilliantly.
While in Sydney I enjoyed the pleasure of picking Molly up from school, and watching her train with her cheer leading team, the highrisers. At 7 tiny and utterly fearless, Molly is a flyer. I have to admit my heart was in my mouth watching her standing atop a rather shaky human pyramid. Believe me being a long distance grandmother sucks in the worst possible ways!
Sydney must have some of the best restaurants in the world. Emma took me out for a most wonderful dim sum lunch at the fish markets with her best friend--also an Emma--I was thrilled to finally meet this very pretty young woman who is such fun and a wonderful friend to my daughter.
It was so lovely being part of Emma's life. I wish it could have gone on longer than just a week. The 7 days were, in a way, momentous because I have learnt that it is possible for me to spend time with my family. Maybe the next step forward will be convincing Cole to come with me.