You know what I don’t get? That when a new baby is born, and brought home days later…there is always one family member at least which has to make a comment on who the baby looks like.
“Well she certainly has Uncle ___’s nose…”
“He is deffinitely from ___ side of the family…”
“Oh he/she looks just like you!”
NO, THEY DON’T. It’s tiny, it’s pink, it’s shrivelled and the closest thing he/she looks like is a very tiny/pink/shrivelled prune. I’m not trying to be mean, I just dont understand how babies look remotely like anyone in the family when they are first born. Just an oppinion is all.
Right that was really random. To be honest I woke up this morning at 5am for no apparent reason and now, after a really big coffee, am feeling a tad weird.
All this talk about babies has got me thinking about that of the opposide side of the human life span – the Nannas. My 82 yr old Nan is staying with me right now and whilst she can be a bit of a nag, it has been so awesome having her here. A few months ago my Pop passed away unexpectedly from a hidden cancer in his lung, and now Nan has flown over from Sydney where they live to come and stay with us for a few months an a sort of escape from the hard memories which linger in her house over east. If you’ve met my Nan, you will see how unfair it is for her to ever feel so down. She is the most gorgeous woman, and it has only since spending the last 2.5 weeks with her where i’ve fully realised just how strong she is.
Every morning I get up at around 5:30/6 to go jogging and come home at around 7/7:30, always to see my Nan sitting out the front with my dog having a cup of tea. Lately i’ve been joining her for a chat which always ends up to be a 2 hour life lesson – tedious to get through but at the same time, SO interesting. She talks to me about her life – what she did for work, how she met my pop, what life was like during the war, how she raised 7 kids on a small income, how she coped once her kids left home and how she is now with her best friend in the world no longer with us. I won’t go fully into it, but I can’t tell you how much respect I have for this woman now. She has been through a hell of a lot, and how she still manages to be the strong, level headed woman, i dont know.
It kills me to see her get so choked up about the loss of my Pop, also. I mean, i’ve never been in a relationship longer than 2 years, let alone the same man for 64 years. How the hell do you carry on with your life after your second half for over 6 decades suddenly leaves you with no warning? I can’t understand it. All I can do is take my hat off to her and only hope i’ll be even half as as strong as she is one day.
