Two weekends in a row I have spent with my granddaughters. The first one with the 14 year-old whose birthday present was a weekend in New York with Mom-Mom. She especially wanted to go the Met to see the Egypt exhibit. We also walked through Central Park, lunched at Shun Lee West, and reveled in the tourist traps on Times Square. We talked and laughed, and Gracie learned how to hail a cab. It was delightful.
This weekend my older granddaughter, Maddie, graduated from high school. Saturday was her day! As the center of all of our attention, she accepted her diploma, along with an award for excellence in biology. We watched through misty eyes as she marched out of the arena, onward towards the future. It was delicious.
I have written before about the privilege of being a grandparent. Recently I read Anne Tyler’s A Spool of Blue Thread and found this description of grandmotherly love: “She loved them so much that she felt a kind of hollowness on the inner surface of her arms whenever she looked at them- an ache of longing to pull them close and hold them tight against her.” That line resonates with me. Being a grandparent is delightful, delicious, and best of all “delovely.”
I will not be posting the next two weeks as we travel out West touring National Parks. I’m bringing only my phone and a journal! Happy writing, everyone! Welcome summer.