Mark, the children and the grandchildren and the children's friends have all gone back to England. The toys have been put back in the upstairs bedroom, the wet suits have been washed, the inflatables have been stored in the pool house…..and peace has been restored. For a while there will just be Carole ( our oldest children's mother..... sounds complicated, but it isn't and it works well ) and me, here at the house in Caunes. Then when Carole returns to England next week.....just me.
I hope they have all had agood time, and most importantly that the grandchildren have had a memorable time. Our role models for being grandparents, friends who live in Arizona, have always said that their purpose is to create memories for their grandchildren. I do hope that this years’ first visit by the 4 grandchildren will start a wonderful and ever growing collection of French memories for them.
I hope they will recall when they first practiced their “bonjours” and “au revoirs” at the boulangerie. I want them to remember the different food they have tried and liked, the parrot they met on the beach at the lake in Carcassonne. I know they will remember chasing grandad’s shadow on the walk in to town, storm watching from the terrace, the joy of jumping into their own swimming pool, climbing on marble statues and hiding in the huge holes in plane trees that miraculously still stand despite the caverns within them.
|storm watching from the safety of great big Egyptian shawls|
Some of them will be returning again in August for a second round…..but until then, I am now revelling in the peacefulness of not having 4 under 5s in the house. It was wonderful spending time with them all, I wouldn’t have missed it for the world, but…….just for a while I had forgotten the sound of silence !