I found out some wonderful things over the past few weeks.
Discovery #1: when it comes to grandchildren, I am such a
softie. (Not exactly a big surprise.) In interviews, I’ve repeatedly mentioned
that not much can tear me away from my writing except my grandchildren. Too
true. I love playing with the kiddies ages 6 and 8½. We write stories (they talk,
I type); we play cards and board games. When they play dress-up in old clothes and
stage “plays” Hubs and I are their captive audience. I read bedtime stories
(the same I read to their mother and uncle), we watch movies together, and
sometimes we just talk.
What I’d (sort of) forgotten was their younger years—when they
couldn’t talk but could still
Let me tell you how this came about. We went to Arizona to
celebrate Christmas with our son’s family.
Discovery #2: we have a very smart son. Smart enough to give
us THE most wonderful daughter-in-law. All right, I already knew she was
terrific, even before he married her. But who would insist that her in-laws
stay with them . . . for SIX weeks? Granted, she and Son work outside the home,
and Baby Girl goes to daycare. However, Son works at a restaurant with godawful
hours. Like leaving home at 6:30 am and returning around 9 pm. So even though
DIL goes to work, she’s home evenings—with her in-laws! Every evening and on
the weekends!!! What a sweetheart she is to make us feel comfortable—not like
company.
Side note: prior to leaving for Arizona, Hubs and I tried to
find a place to rent. Son & DIL wanted us to stay with them. Repeatedly, we
said we didn’t want to impose. Repeatedly, they said they wanted us to stay
with them. We caved. Before we left home, though, we decided we’d take 2- or
3-day trips to give all of us space. DIL and I agreed we’d make a schedule for
cooking dinner. Hubs and I figured we’d find other ways to help out, too.
What happened was surprising. During our brief trip to San Diego, I really missed them. And they missed us, too. A lot. No meal-planning schedule was necessary. We fell into a natural rhythm.
Discovery #3: DIL and I are not only so much alike, we are
good friends. How rare is that? She made things so easy for us. We’ve stayed
with her and Son in the past—once, before they even became engaged and back in
April after Baby Girl arrived. Each time, DIL made us feel welcome. No, it felt
like we were at home. How great is that?
I tried to keep to my old routine of writing in the mornings,
or at least reading/answering email. But when DIL came into the family room,
saying “Who wants her?” I had to trample over Hubs to take Baby Girl. Not all
the time. Okay, most of the time. I think I set a world record for how fast I
could make my computer disappear.
We got to see several of Baby Girl’s “firsts” while we were
there. She crawled for the first time. What a whiz! Her first tooth came in
(along with a second). She’s feeding herself. Granted, it’s so messy Hubs
wanted to take her outside to hose her off, especially after yogurt and fruit.
Like he did for our kids, he taught her the old camp song “I’m bringing home a
baby bumble bee” and she repeated the motions, often. I played “Pat-A-Cake” to
big smiles and giggles.
I’m not enamored with her, mind you.
My best discovery was that I didn’t miss writing. I did have
posts to write—for this blog as well as guest posts and my regular contributions
to The Roses of Prose and Paranormal Romantics, which are way different from
writing a novel.
Now that I’m home again, it’s back to work. The third book
in the Alex O’Hara PI series has percolated in my mind long enough. Time to get those ideas into the computer.
