Young people need something stable to hang on to — a culture connection, a sense of their own past, a hope for their own future. Most of all, they need what grandparents can give them.
A dip in the temperature, and rain (much-needed, so we can’t complain), keeps us indoors and postpones a project or two at Camp G and G.
No matter. There’s lots to do indoors too.
She corrals Grandpa into making crepes and we enjoy a sweet morning treat.
We do our regular end-of-the-week housework with help from Ladybug Girl, who proves to be a master duster.
We make slime and play board and card games (Trouble, Mastermind, Life, Mexican Train Dominoes, Slap Jack, Go Fish).
We use our imaginations for rounds of Kamloops’s Got Talent and Reach For The Top.
Grandpa takes her swimming and they go down the water slide a few times.
We eat burgers and s’mores and curl up with blankets and stuffies and dishes of ice cream to watch a movie.
Then day is done and we tuck her into bed, giggling at Maya who pushes the covers around with her head trying to make a nest for herself. Finally she settles and Grandma, then Grandpa, reads a chapter from the book we’ve been reading this week.
Then goodnight kisses and hugs, and she pulls out another book to read by herself for as long as she wants. Grandma and Grandpa climb the stairs and crawl into their bed with books of their own.
Tired, abundantly blessed, and deeply grateful.