nothing quilty on my mind today...the gentle September winds carry my thoughts down and across the meadow. Up the road and along the trail...towards where the tall Jack Pines grow....Sometimes, having the next generation darting about my feet only makes me aware of how much slower I have gotten. And sometimes, it starts me thinking about the 'patterns' in life. Over the months I've blogged, I've never written much about my Father or his family. The relationship wasn't close in miles or comfort level. We, as a family, trekked north to Jack Pine country about once, maybe twice a year to see my paternal grandmother. I don't think she traveled our way other than for a funeral. I have pictures of her, that I meant to share with this post, but they elude me today. And what I have been thinking about since yesterday, is the visit by my SON and his SONS. Of course my father had no sons to take home to his mother, but 3 daughters instead. But I don't think its gender related. It had to do with the 'visiting'..and whether that happens more with one spouse than the other. And I would say in my experience, "yes". Do daughters take their children to see 'his' parents as much as 'hers'? I can't answer that because my DDs don't have children. I was guilty of taking my kids to see 'his' parents more than mine, but mostly because they were still 'a family', and my Dad was widowed. Not much of a reason.
With my oldest son, his 3 boys see much, much more of 'her' parents than they do of me. I'm not thrilled about it, but it's not something I can changed. Distance in miles is a factor, but it's more than that I think. Second son lives even futher away with his 4 boys, and I have little clue about grandparents, as the boys have more than one mom...there are several Grandma's involved there.
Would I have spent more time with my mom, had she lived, than I did with his 'mom', probably....I wish I could see that it could be any other way, but I don't. I think the truth(at least for me) is that we 'go home',not just as in the song at Christmas time...but when we can. We seek the level of love, comfort, and sharing that we have known as children, and mosty that means "mom".
I am so recently blessed to have the two little 'guys' who were here yesterday living only 25 minutes away(at least on every other weekend). That's only been a year, after 6 years of once or twice a year visits during the marriage. I get kind of giddy if I'm not careful, getting to do all the normal grandma stuff...LOL
Carpet cleaners coming tomorrow, and then I'll be back with more quilty stuff...*VBS* Hugs all, Finn
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