Missing Persons..

Yesterday was a very busy day for everyone else, it seems. Daughter had her first job interview since before Grandson was born, and was both nervous and excited about it. It was as a part-time Receptionist, and as her previous job was Hotel Receptionist and Conference Organiser, I'm pretty sure she will be perfect. Anyway, she said that the interview went well, so we shall see. She was also expecting a visit from her ex-partner's family in the afternoon (Grandson's other Grandma and her aged parents), so everything was happening at once. This family do try and keep in touch with Daughter and Grandson, though the absent Father doesn't - nor does he give them any support. Daughter is quite scrupulous about maintaining contact though, because she can see that the situation might get tricky in the future if she doesn't. One day, I'm sure, my Grandson will want to know who his real Father is. Heaven knows what will happen then, but I'm sure Daughter is level-headed enough to cope. When I look at his dear little face, and see it light up when he calls the Boyfriend "Daddy", I can't bear the thought of it.

I forgot to mention in my last Post that Grandson can now ride his bike without stabilisers! He learned how to do it last weekend with the Boyfriend (when Daughter was away in Cambridge), and now whizzes round at great speed. He was very keen to show me on Tuesday, and said "You're going to be very happy when you see this Nana." I was, of course, and very impressed, but I do wish he would stop this growing up. It's all too fast for me. Today Daughter said he was swimming underwater in the swimming pool - unaided and proper swimming - what will he be doing next? Probably smoking and drinking.. or maybe taking his Maths A Level..

I haven't seen Son since Grandson's Birthday Party at the end of May, so I'm missing him. I had a chat with him on the phone yesterday morning, and we were talking about love and relationships (specifically his with his Father). I still don't understand why his Father isn't involved and caring, and I never will comprehend that. They did actually get together briefly while his Father was in London last week, but their meeting didn't result in any better understanding. One thing Son said has stayed in my mind, and my heart. He was talking about love when it's real; it's not something you just say, but a feeling and an experience too, something that affects all your life: something you have to work at. He quoted a song lyric from Massive Attack - Teardrop: " Love, love is a verb. Love is a doing word." Sometimes I think my heart will burst with love for my children, and with the hurt I feel for them because they don't have the kind of Father who understands this. There he is, living on the other side of the world. He only has two children, and they are his only flesh and blood (apart from his Brother). When, if ever, will he realise how precious and wonderful they are, and how privileged he is to have them in his life?