While looking for the Roger Whittaker song below, I found this one, parents will understand.
Carrie Underwood + Target performs Little Girl Don’t Grow Up Too Fast
But this is the song I had in mind:
Roger Whittaker Sunrise, Sunset
Yesterday was my first cycling in many weeks, if we talk about real cycling, in many months. My knee feels the exercise. So I decided not to walk this morning. Rather do my prescribed exercises. My wife did go for a walk. When she comes back, she says the saddest thing is she ran into the kids and our granddaughter did not recognize her (Ana is almost 2 years old and we are wearing masks). Then we get a video and Ana did recognize Granny, she just could not get out of the pram quick enough. Now she stands at the dam and asks “Where is Granny Jeanne now?”
While my wife is under the shower, Ana Whatsapp video calls. She cries, because she cannot speak to Granny. When Granny phones back, the sadness is so intense that Ana cannot speak.
That is when I think of Roger Whitaker. How often do I look at the little girl photos against the wall and remember the little girls dressing up, playing paper dolls, “baking” mud cakes for a tea party under the African Coral Tree. Now they are grown-up women. Two already parents, and very good parents. More than enough reasons to be proud of them.
Perhaps that is my legacy to the world!
But truth be told, my eyes are brimming with tears for a 2 year old who misses Granny as much as we miss her.
“To become a grandparent is to enjoy one of the few pleasures in life for which the consequences have already been paid.”
― Robert Brault
“Child of my child, heart of my heart.
Your smile bridges the years between us…
I am young again, discovering the world through your eyes.
You have the time to listen and I have the time to spend,
Delighted to gaze at famil.iar, loved features made new in you again
Through you, I see the future. Through me, you’ll see the past.
In the present, we’ll love one another as long as these moments last.”
― Author Unknown
Quotes from here
My eldest granddaughter is Leah and I was her babysitter from birth. At birth her hair had a reddish shine. I walked up and down with her in my arms singing all kinds of made up songs so she can sleep. Voshaarnooi, a Boerneef poem put to music by Louis van Rensburg, became her song. (Vos in Afikaans meaning something reddish).
Today I listen to this for my 3 daughters,3 granddaughters and 1 (almost) three month old grandson.
Subsequently Ana video calls again. We play Peppa Pig a few times (see below) and I read a couple of stories via video call. Not the same, but I feel much better!