Like sand through an hour glass…

Should have posted this in 2013 when I wrote it…enjoy…

My grandmother would have been 94 this year. 94. My grandfather would have been 96.

My grandmother passed away in November of 2003, and my grandfather passed away about 6 weeks later. I like to believe that they were like swans and/or lobsters. They mate for life. I’ve missed them every minute of every day since they left. The relationship I had with them was one that ran so deep it’s taken me years to deal with and I can talk about them without bursting into tears.

We named Baby after my grandmother. Not her exact name but a variation on her names to create a beautiful and fitting name. It was a way for me to pay respects to a woman who was stronger than anyone else I know, who survived such traumatic life experiences and still pushed forward to make a life for herself. She was orphaned at the age of 10 and all her relatives refused to take her in, she moved from house to house but staying primarily with her older brother and his wife. She met my grandfather during World War II and married near the end of the war. My grandmother made her way to Canada on a boat, while 8 months pregnant with my mother. I don’t imagine I would have been able to do that. She then took a train to the other side of the country to reunite with my grandfather. They had a simple life, my grandfather built the family home with his two hands. They didn’t have much money but they made do, and made most of their clothing.

I miss them.

At this stage in my life, I think of them so often and wonder what they’d think of me having a child, a husband, or even a house. I wonder if they’d be proud of me, if they’d have moved out this way instead of living on the other side of the country? Would they know how to use the internet? What would they think of Babe? Would my grandmother feel loved that I named my daughter in her honour?

I spoke with my mother this morning, and she let me know that one of her friends parents had passed away this weekend. He was 97 and still had his wits about him. It was unexpected and is terribly sad. It got my mother and I talking, which clearly has led to this post. We don’t speak about my grandparents all too often. It’s hard and hurts too much.

There are moments where I feel like I was short changed. My brother is about 5 years older and I wish I would have had 5 more years with my grandparents. I would give anything to have 30 minutes, 5 minutes, 30 seconds with them just to tell them that I love them and that I miss them.

For Baby, I would love if she had a close relationship with her grandparents. She will definitely be close to my parents as she sees them so often. Babe’s parents on the other hand…I don’t know how to describe it. Babe says that they’re out of their element and just don’t know what to do with the fact that they have a granddaughter. I have a hard time with it. They just don’t seem to be all that interested in her, but when they want to see her there is an expectation that Babe and I should jump.

I don’t jump. And I haven’t jumped since puberty hit and parts started jiggling.

We spent a weekend with Babe’s mother, as she has spent the summer 3 hours away working on her own projects. I’m happy that she’s fulfilling her goals and seeing them through. While we were there we walked along one of the Great Lakes. It was beautiful. She said to me that she was concerned about the bond she’ll have with Baby as my mother will be watching her a few days a week when I return to work, and she didn’t know how much time she’d have to spend with her as she’ll be returning to work.

At times I feel like maybe my expectations are too high and that I need to let go. I need to let go of the need to control. Letting go is well easier than it sounds. 

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Don’t be a stranger…like me!

I’m still here and still living my life up here. 

Outlaws are still causing raised eyebrows and added grey hairs. 

Speaking of additions..Babe and I have added another one to the nest.  Another baby, in case you’re confused. 

This one arrived 6 weeks early, at almost 8 pounds. Crazy. Scary.  He’s 6 months now. Where does the time go?

The wheels keep turning, even if a little off course…I keep pushing forward with all my might. 

Will post more when not so pressed for time between babes and their nighttime rituals. 

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For real?

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Could they at least suffer a tummy ache or diarrhea or something?

(Pic found on the internets)

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Life these days…

I have been absent.  Disappeared. Removed.  Distant.  Away.  Gone. Out.  Missing. 

I am sorry. I apologize. Regrets? I have a few.

In my defense things have been busy. Baby crawling, weekly doctor appointments, no downtime, no time to myself busy. Capital B busy!  To tired to think, read, type, converse. Too tired to be tired!

The Babe is gym-ing it up at least 3 nights a week so that leaves me as full time parent most days and Baby wouldn’t eat, drink, or sleep for him when he tries but yet all she says is ‘da da’.  I’m tired.

We just enjoyed a long weekend, an extra long weekend as Babe took a couple of vacation days. We spent some time visiting my mother outlaw in an even smaller town than ours. She’s out there for the summer. Another post on that sometime soon. Let’s just say it – I’m tired.

Baby is 10 months old and is full of beans. She’s just cut 4 teeth in a week – in addition to the 2 she already had. It’s amazing how fast time flies.  And how a little white wine spritzer takes the edge off…me not the baby.  But maybe…put down the phone – I won’t be giving her wine. That would be a waste. 😉

I will be headed back to work in a few weeks…maybe 6 or 7 weeks? Ugh. I am certain I will have more time to write then! It is funny how Baby went from cute & happy blob to cute & happy blur.  So very tired.

Work and the outlaws will provide lots of fodder for this little page o’mine. My health seems to be in an okay place but never want to get too comfortable.

Until next time…

I’m going to try to get some sleep!

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A change in attitude

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Where was this quote when I was a kid? A teenager? In my 20’s?

How refreshing.

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