A week ago I was on my way home once again. I had decided to spend a week with my granddaughters in Saskatchewan, just a 2-day drive from here. When you do the math, 8 days away with 2 days driving each way, means there are only 4 full days to visit. And the 4th day was the day that they had planned to get away for one last weekend before pre-school started again.
It was a lovely 3 1/2 day visit, and well worth the drive. Sometimes I wonder if the drive is what I am looking forward to the most, or is it the visit….
My visit freed up my daughter to spend more time getting fully involved in the re-creation of Lion King. She now had a new role (new even to the original writers) of Iris, the wife of Timon. Timon and Iris had such a beautiful wedding, over and over again just to get it right.
The best part was watching Aletheia, who turns 4 tomorrow, imitate Mickey Mouse in the 1935 performance of the band concert. She sings the lead melodies or da-da-das the correct rhythm when it’s more important than the melody, and conducts with her Robin Hood arrow. (The arrow has a soft cloth ball instead of a sharp spear, which is much safer than a conductors baton at this point.) As long as she has an audience the show continues.
My biggest role in the 3 1/2 days of my visit, besides weeding the garden, was to watch, hug, kiss and cuddle the newborn. Cleo is one of the calmest babies I have ever held. She is even calm when she is not held, but that was a long way for me to travel just to watch a child be content. I understand that a grandmother’s job is to spoil a child just a little.
I reflected a lot on the differences between the two girls, as well as the similarities and differences between my babies. Not only do they have different temperaments from birth, and even before birth, but they were raised in different environments. Each child is so unique.
A week ago, on Sunday morning, I left Calgary very early to drive home. After the previous day of driving through prairie fields and straight roads the sight of the majestic Rocky Mountains was too much of a distraction. I stopped to eat breakfast, and to take in the beauty of the mountains. I grew up surrounded by the Purcell and Selkirk mountain ranges and even though they aren’t anything like the Rockies I feel at home in the mountains.
Reflections 