It's been two weeks since DH and I took almost 13 granddaughter into our home to nurture and love. What a change for two happy retirees! DH had spent his days reading, watching sports and old movies, playing golf, actively following his alma mater's sports, occasionally cooking, and communicating with the almost human dog. Me, I am a semi-retired CPA (I work at a local firm during tax season) and my life is friends, crafting, cards and mahjong, bowling, cooking when I have to, movies, reading. Generally, two mostly carefree campers, responsible to no one.
Now, back to driving to camp/school, navigating the world of schools and extracurricular activities. Meal preparation is once again a serious matter as the Little Lady ( henceforth to be known as LL) seems to be always hungry. And then there is the universe of electronics and social media.
So I am sad--for LL whose father ( may he rot in hell) has turned his back on her in the cruelest manner and whose mother can't take care of her; for her mother whose own life is a struggle; sad for DH and me whose golden years are losing their luster. And I am scared! Will our health and strength hold up until LL is an adult, will we be able to help LL navigated the scary shoals of today's teen age, and financially will we be able to provide for her.
