My Grandchildren have been here for a week. I’ve held my third Granddaughter Batsheva for the first time. She is just three months old. Her beautiful dark green eyes gazed trustingly into mine as she laughed and gurgled on my lap. Magic.
The children enjoyed the beach. I indulged them with a couple of wet suits so the English summer wasn’t too cool for their bodies. Used to swimming pools they both loved the dynamism of the foaming waves and there was much shrieking and laughter, some of it from me.
They all left today and the house seems eerily quiet. I keep finding bits of fuzzy hair, wobbly stick-on eyeballs and sequins, detritus from the craft kits Levana opened on her birthday. Slowly I collect up the toys and replace them in the trunk.
Despite a lot of physical pain I have felt so much better having the children around. They refresh, inspire and invigorate. If a little exhaustion is mixed in I have no complaints. Rachel has gone to a lot of trouble to make Levana a beautiful birthday cake with a carefully crafted number five in white royal icing with sprinkles. Levana’s initial reaction: “But Mummy, Levana doesn’t begin with an ‘S”.
The children interpret their worlds differently. We eat leeks; two-year-old Ziva eats ‘lakes’. We take a wrap for our falafel; she wants another ‘flapper’. We like poetry, she enjoys ‘poem trees’. Levana effuses over the ‘talkie walkie’ that they use at school.
I reminisce on Daniel and Rachel’s early language. He loved the ‘sea girls’ at the beach, and ‘roast beast’ for Sunday lunch. He would often want to know if the door was on the ‘hatch’. I didn’t have the heart to correct him. Rachel was confused with the ‘ck’ and ‘t’ sounds. She would ask me to undo the ‘buttle’ on her shoe, and would carry the milk ‘bockle’ to the front door.
As a family we have discussed the harsh reality of the worst scenario, and they are prepared, though we are now all believing that I will survive this. I have to. I feel rejuvenated and I know now that I need to live on. I cannot allow this disease to take over.
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