Our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at Christmas-time.
Laura Ingalls Wilder
In one of my past lives - about 10 years ago - I was a nanny. I took care of a child from the time he was a month old til he was 5. If my mom hadn't needed more of my attention I would have stuck with the job probably a lot longer than he would have needed or wanted! I doubt he would have wanted his nanny tagging along with him to middle school!
The family moved away and I havent seen them for a couple of years. I'm told Robert now stands taller than his mother - around 5'7"! Today, as a special holiday treat, the whole Belcher gang is coming to Florida. It is a rainy, icky day. But I'm all warm and fuzzy inside. I can't wait to get my hands on that child and wrap him in a Nanny bear hug. The kind that he'll hate and complaing about!!
I have no idea how to talk to a 13 year old. He's never been much of a talker. He's into video games of which I don't even know a name. Unless retro games like PacMan and Donkey Kongare fashionable again I'm going to have to wing it! I suspect he'll sit on the couch, not speaking while his mom and dad and I catch up. He'll be bored to tears and eventually get antsy. That's when we'll go out to eat at one of our favorite restuarants.
I hope to have some pictures to share later.
Wishing for you good memories of favorite people and good eats,