The Joy of Grandparenting
We spent last week in the Lake District, treated to the torrential rain and wind provided by not one but two storms. On the plus side, as the height of the beck outside rose and rose, it was a great excuse to simply stay in on a couple days to play with our granddaughter who joined us there with her parents, the Eldest and Dilly.
The net result was that I made up for the lack of fell walking by the number of circuits completed around the sofa chasing one small toddler who is now so confident on her feet that she is trying to run whilst squealing with delight. If that wasn't exhausting in itself, the lively debates that happen with an eleven month old certainly are. Armed only with a vocabulary of four words she can certainly argue. The first two words are obviously Mummummum and Dadada but when the second two are very clearly "yes" and "no," the adults are in trouble!
If I had any doubts whatsoever on the reproductive score, I now fully comprehend why giving birth to and then raising children is a younger person's sport. Whilst I'd never anticipated deriving so much enjoyment in retirement from swimming after a plastic penguin in the pool, splashing with a duck at bathtime, playing action games and visiting a soft play area, I confess that this week is providing much needed rest and recovery pending our next meet up.
I certainly can't squat down the way I used to and getting up again with my dodgy knee requires a little support and patience. I take my hat off to both the Eldest and Dilly who, when we did go out to walk, managed to strap her onto their backs and stride out regardless whilst I brought up the rear, panting behind them.
At least as grandparents Mister E and I were spared the agony of walking up the stairs behind her and then carrying her back down again in order to repeat the whole process. Did I mention my dodgy knee? Age does have its occasional advantages!
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