Some live only for their children and grandchildren. I cannot imagine this. I feel so lucky and priviliged to have my twin passions, my family AND my writing.
I’ve reconnected recently with people from my past, one who told me that he is bored with his life. What about the joys of learning new things, of travel, exploring different places, cultures and scenery? How can anyone be bored when there is so much to do and to see, even in one’s own country, not to mention other places on planet earth?
Someone asked me today why I blog. Another person said recently that, at my age, it’s enough to be a good grandmother to my grandchildren. To be honest, and I’ll try to be truthful in this, the reason I started blogging was because of my older brother. I’d like to say that he encouraged me to do so, but the truth of the matter is that it was a case of sibling rivalry. Mine. About ten years ago, he started a blog from his eyrie, a farmhouse nestled in a valley below the French Alps, and I wanted to prove that I was able to do so myself. I’d been writing for therapeutic reasons for many years at the time. I knew it was a hangover from childhood, this need to prove myself: an immature impulse on my part. It’s the same reason why I embarked on higher studies, and ended up with several Masters degrees, even though I didn’t like school, or even university very much. But I found that I was good at it, and, in the long, run benefited greatly from what I studied.
It has taken me years to realise that, what I really love doing is honing my skills in creative writing, especially fiction and memoir.
And guess what, ten years on, I’m still enjoying the blogging process, as it feeds into my passion for writing. So thanks, mon frère, for always being an inspiration.
Fortunately, I also have time for my seven grandchildren; two of them, Kate’s little boys, live nearby. In the following photo, the two children have been swimming during winter.
Four of the grandchildren are non-biological, having been fostered by Joel and his partner for six years now.
When we visit the other mob, it’s a three-hour trip by car to Vacy in the Hunter Valley. Here the kids play in nature surrounded by dogs, horses, gum trees, and, in the distance, kangaroos. It’s a paradise for children.
The grandchildren have the best of both worlds: the seaboard and the bush.