The Summer HolidaysBlog
posted September 7th 2018
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Did you hear that? That sound like the whisper of wind through the trees? That was the collective sigh of grandparents across the land at the end of the school Summer holidays. Around the country we seniors are sofa surfing, possibly watching five-year-old editions of Homes Under the Hammer, anything in fact to help us relax and unwind.
‘Tis the same every year. We love our grandchildren and want to help in as many ways as possible. By doing so we are still relevant. We do our best to entertain and take the strain on our stamina and finances like tug-of-war champions, but we can’t fill out all of those long Summer days indefinitely. We’ve exhausted our ideas and worked through all the many excellent suggestions here on The Grandparent Hub. We’ve done our bit. Now it’s our time; the trouble is we’re too knackered to care.
Fortunately, for the most part, Old Mister Sun has been kind this year and we have been able to get our granddaughter out of the house. This is a good thing because it gives kids a chance to experience the wider world of countryside and day trips to the seaside and discover a whole new vista of opportunity.
For example, who would have though that ruined Tintern Abbey would be a source of interest to a child and yet it was so. History aids the enquiring mind and our grandchildren can learn a lot from the rights and wrongs of the past.
The fact is though that it is the beach that beckons when the sun shines. We grandparents loved it when children ourselves. Sadly, many of the old sights and sounds and smells have gone, but the donkey rides are still there as are the amusement arcades and the ice-cream parlours. Even Punch & Judy have survived the modern world in a politically correct sort of way. I believe the truncheon has been replaced by counselling, but I may have dozed off at some point.
It is also on these halcyon summer days that we recall just how invasive sand can be. It invades the carpets of our cars, gets into our food (they’re not called sandwiches for nothing) and in our clothes and into crevices we didn’t know we had or had forgotten about. Yet despite all the wasp scares and scraped knees and battle-scarred sea fronts, didn’t we have a lovely time?
That’s the thing about the long Summer holidays. As it approaches we get edgy, knowing what is to come. Like shamans we pray for glorious weather, knowing that rain and cold will keep us in and cost us a fortune in paints and crayons and paper and, horror of horrors, craft kits; just to pass the long hours until we are relieved, like the grateful citizens of Mafeking, by their parents.
But the thing is, when you get right down to it, most of us wouldn’t change a thing. Sure, when it all comes to an end and school starts for another year, we breath a massive sigh of relief but if we are fortunate enough to have grandchildren, building sandcastles is actually quite enjoyable. This Summer holidays, we have had a great time with our granddaughter. It really has been fun but now it’s done and we can look forward to the Christmas holidays! Oh dear. I wish I hadn’t mentioned that. Sorry.