Picture from France, my guess is that Hilary is 4 or 5 and I am 6 or 7.
One of my very favorite stories about Mum is from my grade school years at BB&N. It so perfectly sums up the creative, loving, generous, no-nonsense mother she was – and absolutely encapsulates the kind of parent I aspire to be.
One day right after spring break I came home from school dismayed. Mum asked me what was wrong.
“I feel sad. Lots of the other kids went to the islands for vacation. Why didn’t I get to go to the islands?”
“Lindsey, aren’t you the luckiest girl – you got to go to two islands for vacation!”
“I did?” my surprise was evident.
“Yes, you did. Rhode Island and Long Island.” I had gone to visit my maternal grandparents in Rhode Island and my paternal grandparents on Long Island. And I was absolutely chuffed at her answer, I remember feeling proud and satisfied.
What is luckier than a girl who gets to spend her vacation with her four living, loving grandparents?
And Grace’s vacation looms. She is going to Delaware with Nana to visit Hilary, Hannah, Terence, and Margaret, and then she is going to Florida with Grandma and Grandpa. Pretty lucky girl, I think!