I can hardly believe I'm the mother of a 10 year old. It really just seems like yesterday that I was bringing him home from the hospital.
My mini-me turned 10 on the 29th. Gone are the days of total dependance...*sigh*
Oh hell, who am I kidding? As soon as he could talk he was all about "ME DO IT!!"...lol
I called my Grandma, who lives here in London as well, to ask if she'd like to join us for dinner that night and she happily said yes. (I found out later that she cancelled a standing date to play cards just to have dinner with us!)
On our way home, after dropping her off, B said..."you know Mom, it's funny...we see Nana & Poppa (my parents) all the time and we hardly ever see Gigi (when he was little he couldn't say great grandma so Gran said he could call her Gigi) and she lives right here. It must be hard getting old because nobody visits you much and that would make you lonely. We should visit her more often."
I concur, and we will make an effort to visit more often.
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Aw, that's sweet! My Gramma is a great gramma, but she doesn't like people, (or so she says) so shes alone alot. I keep telling her to go out and do things, join a bridge club, something but she says she doesn't like old people.
Ps, thanks for commenting on my blog. Although I don't know you either, your words mean alot to me
Tanx
Alanna
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