It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s an exciting day for the family! Tristan will be having his first sleepover at Granny and Papa Lou\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s house tonight.<\/p>\n
When I was growing up, I spent a lot of Saturday nights sleeping over at my Granny and Granda\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s house. We had a ritual, where Mom, Granny and I (and probably my brother, but he didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t enjoy staying with Granny as much as I did) would do a little shopping on a Saturday afternoon, most likely at K-Mart. We\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d have lunch at the Red Grill, where French fries with gravy and jell-o were always on the menu. And we\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d always stop by the toy section, where I would get a little treat like a colouring book, or a new outfit for my Barbies, or something similar.<\/p>\n
Mom would drop us off at Granny\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s house and head home. My Granda used to like going to the races on a Saturday afternoon, and when I saw his car pull into the driveway, I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d run and hide. When I heard him coming into the house, I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d start to make very loud animal noises \u00e2\u20ac\u201c mooing like a cow, or screeching like a monkey \u00e2\u20ac\u201c and he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d walk through the house saying, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Granny! Do you hear that? There\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s an animal in the house.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d I can still remember the delicious delight of anticipation, tucked under the bed or in a closet and giggling madly while waiting to be \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcdiscovered\u00e2\u20ac\u2122.<\/p>\n
I was the only granddaughter of three grandkids, and my Granny and Granda indulged me like a princess. They are probably the roots of my diva complex! I remember standing in front of their fireplace, singing songs I had learned in school to their rave reviews, or doing magic tricks from one of the kits I had enticed them into buying for me. I remember using a Kleenex box as a cash register, and my Granny singing her song about \u00e2\u20ac\u0153come and buy, come and buy\u00e2\u20ac\u009d in her thick Scottish brogue. I remember staying up late (all the way to 10 o\u00e2\u20ac\u2122clock!) on a Saturday night to watch the Love Boat and Fantasy Island, and I remember my Granny staying up with me when I couldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t sleep because something on Fantasy Island had scared me. But what I remember most is being the center of their universe, bathed in the gentle and unconditional love that is unique to grandparents.<\/p>\n
My Granda died when I was 10 years old, and it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s only now looking back that I realize that me continuing to stay at Granny\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s house was probably as much about companionship for her as it was for the convenience of my parents. She was my Granny, but over the years she became my friend.<\/p>\n
So even though Tristan\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s first overnight stay is a big deal in itself, the fact that he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s going to be staying with his Granny and Papa Lou for the first time is even more notable to me. I can only hope that Tristan and Simon will enjoy the same beautiful memories of their time spent with their grandparents that I have from mine. And watching their relationship evolve over the past four years, I have no doubts that they will.<\/p>\n
Did I tell you about how my parents came to live in Ottawa? They were living in London, Ontario, where I was born and where they had lived most of their lives. I moved here in 1988, and over the years tried to move back to London a few times, but it never worked out. I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d occasionally try half-heartedly to convince them to move to Ottawa, but they never took me seriously. For sixteen years, I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d drive back and forth to London on major holidays, and rack up long-distance phone bills in between.<\/p>\n
And then in 2002 Tristan was born, and within six months, there was a \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcfor sale\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 sign on their lawn. They moved here just shy of his first birthday. Not much doubt about where I fall on the heirarchy now, is there?<\/p>\n
There is nothing like the relationship between grandparents and their grandchildren!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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