I've just returned from a blissful week with my darling daughter, Emma, her fantastic husband Daz, adorable granddaughter Molly...not forgetting Ruby, their gorgeous dog.
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.
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.
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