Grandparenthood
Feb. 1st, 2023 08:13 amOur grandson is a handsome wee mite. His mother's family think he looks like me...
His face has filled out. It was oval and is now square. He still has all the hair he was born with.
I felt very angular when he was handed to me, very conscious of how close my bones are to the surface. He wasn't comfortable. I tried singing "One Man Went To Mow'- which is one of the things my mother sang to me- but he didn't think much of it.
Another thing he doesn't think much of is having his nappy changed. We had a long conversation- which his grandma Becky led- about the best stuff to put on baby's bottoms. In our day- by which I mean the 80s- it was zinc and castor oil- which you purchased cheap in huge tubs the size of snare drums (I exaggerate slightly.) "None of you," said Becky- meaning the baby's father and his siblings- "suffered from nappy rash" and I nod sagely because this is one of the many, many things I no longer remember...
His face has filled out. It was oval and is now square. He still has all the hair he was born with.
I felt very angular when he was handed to me, very conscious of how close my bones are to the surface. He wasn't comfortable. I tried singing "One Man Went To Mow'- which is one of the things my mother sang to me- but he didn't think much of it.
Another thing he doesn't think much of is having his nappy changed. We had a long conversation- which his grandma Becky led- about the best stuff to put on baby's bottoms. In our day- by which I mean the 80s- it was zinc and castor oil- which you purchased cheap in huge tubs the size of snare drums (I exaggerate slightly.) "None of you," said Becky- meaning the baby's father and his siblings- "suffered from nappy rash" and I nod sagely because this is one of the many, many things I no longer remember...