They say that our children are our legacy, and in many ways it is true. There is surely a little of us in each of our children and grandchildren.
And of course, memories are what sustain us as our little babies grow up into adults, with sometimes children of their own.
My children went to a private preschool from the age of three until they went into the state infant school. For my eldest daughter Sarah’s fourth birthday we had a party at my house, and all her little school friends were invited.
I remember the fridge being full of birthday party food, to the point where the jellies were kept cool in the shower! A friend of mine had the day off and agreed to assist with the party, for which I supplied her with glasses of white wine.
The children were playing games and having fun and so were we two adults! My friend singled out a young lad, called Maxwell, and decided that he was perfect husband material for Sarah, as it was quite obvious his parents were well off! We were giggling like schoolgirls ourselves, nothing to do with the wine of course!
Then, forty years later John and I have our, COVID delayed, wedding celebration. My daughter Sarah is there with her children ... including my four-year-old granddaughter Aria.
Within no time at all Aria and Gonzalo gravitate towards each other, and then proceeded to spend the rest of the evening together, sharing drinks and snacks. Gonzalo is the son of my friends Citlalli and Pedro, but on this occasion, there was no fanciful musings by adults, no these two took the bull by the horns and decided to hang out together, language barrier? Apparently not, and how wonderful is that?