Recently I was reminded once again, just how hard it is to be living thousands of miles from our children and grandchildren. So far, I have been blessed with a beautiful 3 year old, who lives in Australia, and whom of course, I love dearly. That there must be many thousands of Grandparents in my position, does not help to ease the sadness in my heart, or the knowledge that this precious grandchild of mine will grow up without me really knowing her. We do see each other on Skype once a week and that is blessing for which I am not ungrateful, but I need more. I need personal contact. I have so much to learn from her, as she would have from me.
She is a bright little girl, and talks very well and sensibly for her age. It has been explained to her many times that her only granny lives far, far away. It’s a hard concept for her to grasp when she has never been to South Africa. She has not seen my home and probably never will. So I was doubly saddened a few days ago, when she turned to her mother, whilst we were on Skype, and said “ Mommy, can my Granny come for a sleepover this weekend?”
Blessings to you all.