Why on earth do you bother to come home?

17 May

You’d be surprised at how often we hear that comment? Mostly after people hear me whining about the cold and wet here at home. I mean they listen to me rant about the weather being colder than I can readily handle and how much I hate the rain, they nod sagely then ask us why we bother to come home. My answer is supremely simple, I go home because of my kids and their kids.

There are no other circumstances that could drive me away from the warmth and beauty of Baja and it’s people.

Richard and I have 2 beautiful daughters and between them, they have 3 children. Now, I’m not being parent blind about my daughters being beautiful; every time we go through an Army checkpoint in Baja, the young soldiers who inspect Grummy, stop at our fridge, where we have family photos displayed, and point to the picture of the girls. They want to know who they are, when we tell them,  almost to a man they say, “Bonita!” (Pretty) One young fellow, asked, was answered, made the same comment about them being pretty, then stared for a few moments more, said “Bonita!” one more time then left the van.  Thanks to those photos we don’t often get much more than a cursory inspection, I can tell you!

Cohen, at play in Beaconhill Park

All of you know by now, that we own nothing anymore except the Grummy, it is our only home. Our daughters live in 2 completely different places, one on the Saanich Peninsula, outside of Victoria, the other in Penticton, in the Okanagan. Both have made sure that there is enough space for us to park comfortably in their yards, that way we can be part of their lives for weeks on end. I have to say that as far as we concerned, we couldn’t have better kids. They actively try to recruit us to stay with one as opposed to the other, though without acrimony. Sure sometimes they have ulterior motives, but mostly they just like to spend time with us. Who could ask for more ?

It’s not just our daughters who enjoy our company, our son-in-laws do too, and we really enjoy being with them. We consider ourselves blessed that our kids and their spouses get along reasonably well with each other and us. They are all intelligent, bright and interesting people and we really like to visit with all of them!

Isla, looking pretty in her necklace.

We also get to spend time with our 3 Grandkids. The oldest, Cohen and the youngest, Isla are my youngest daughter, Liz and her husband Adrian’s kids. Cohen turned 3 in February and Isla turns 1 in June. Alena, my eldest daughter and her husband Dave, have Anara, 18 months old. Both of us are discovering the joys of being a Grandparent. Richard has always had a built in ability with small children and animals. He  stayed home with the girls until Alena was about 4, so he’s damned good with them. For me it’s still a bemused amazement every time I look at any of the  grandkids and realize that my babies, have babies of their own!

This is why we come home. Those who know me well, probably wonder when the transformation took place because I was never what you’d call maternal. I guess a change takes place in most of us when we are presented with a new, small life that comes from our own children, progeny of our progeny. We  are a little older, a little calmer, hopefully a little wiser, and have tips and techniques that have been used successfully by our own parents and grandparents that we are more than willing to pass on! When we get home we act as babysitters, counsellors, maids, gardeners, and any other needed occupation. At least for a little while.

Anara, "Who me?"

When the noise level reaches rock concert levels, the diapers start to pile up and the shit really hits the fan, we can always hand them back to their real parents and escape to Grummy, parked in the back yard!


2 Responses to “Why on earth do you bother to come home?”

  1. Klaus Kommoss May 18, 2011 at 2:27 am #

    Totally convincing!
    You two have a perfect life. And it’s not only that; you payed attention to the writing on the wall, to the underlying story of impermanence that people so often disregard. Appreciate life as it is and while it is…
    No hurry, but also no waste.

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