|Them being brave|
When my daughter announced a year ago that she and her husband would like to get away for a week, leaving their children with me and the other granny, I didn't give it much thought - it was so far away. It happened last week. Hence no blog posts - the children are now 5 1/2 and 2 1/2. My daughter let slip, as they were on the way to the airport and thence to Bali, that the little one had run a high temperature during the night and had vomited and her brother had complained of a sore ear. To this end, she had booked them an appointment with the family doctor to which I should take them the next day. I am sure I need not detail the traumatic week-end that followed, the tears, the vomit, the raging temperatures, the heart-breaking "I want my mommy" and "when is my mommy coming back", and "is my mommy coming to fetch me NOW?" We survived and of course, both children were full of beans the next day, having consumed their first two doses of antibiotics and well able to enjoy their cousin's birthday party. Thankfully, the other granny took over during the week and we had them again only for the last two nights. As an interesting perspective, I would like to relate the comment the 5-year-old made when we were on the way to the airport to fetch the parents: "My mommy has been away so long, she is going to be so old when she comes back". I have never been more grateful to see someone arrive back from a vacation safe and sound. And I have been vocal about my disapproval of anyone leaving small children for so long.