Another very busy trip home. I didn't get a chance to be a nana very much but enjoyed every cuddle I did get. I think this trip made me realise just how much I miss being at home. I miss my family so much when I am here and I just love Hokitika. Wouldn't it be great if I could take my job back there then everything would be perfect. I miss my friends, my house, my garden, my clothes line (I have the best clothesline on the planet in Kaniere), the beach, the river and the street lights that let me walk at night.
I made sure I visited the beach every morning and again in the evenings.
I miss the beach so much. I don't like being land locked. Last night
when I stayed at Kate's I could hear the sea. Music to my ears. It was
so good catching up with people, mostly very briefly, but so good to see
familiar faces when I walk on the beach or down the street.
I have learned that no matter how grown up my kids are they will always be my babies and I will never stop worrying about them. Worrying about their happiness, their health, how people treat them, what happens to them and what they do. Parenting doesn't get any easier when they grow up. I was talking to a very close friend and we reckon, if anything, the worry is more. Loving people is pretty serious business. Sometimes even hard work. Now there is another generation to care about. I think with the challenges that the world is offering now days that the worries may be more intense. Probably intensified by the fact that the 'old generation' of nanas (I can say that but God help anyone else that does!) won't always understand what those challenges are.
I'm not meaning to be all morbid and sad in my blog tonight but I am very homesick.
So lets get cheerful. Nixon is speeding across the floor with his own original style of dry land swimming. He talks with a soft voice using whole sentences of a language that only a child of such brilliance could invent and understand. His little teeth are well through making him look much older. Nixon has really grown. He is very tall now and looks much older than his mere 10 months (today actually)
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| Kaniere Bridge snapped on my morning walk |
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| Nixon translating a story into his own language |
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| Too darn cute for his own good |
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| Tapping the beats |
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| Just awwww |
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| Just too cute |
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| What?! |