When you are a grandmother, you can sit back and enjoy your grandchildren, without worrying about their morals or manners. The parents do the training along with the anxiety. This weekend we are all at the lake, and I was laughing with David and Suzanne about the changes we have observed over the years with Sarah. At the moment, she is a lovely fourteen year old. She is pleasant and polite with us and with her parents and siblings but mostly she wants to read or drive the jet ski. She excuses herself after dinner and reads in bed, and when asked to join in the conversation on the deck, she joins us cheerfully, but only stays a short time before requesting to be excused. She is becoming a typical teenager.
When young Sarah was energetic and enthusiastic, always organizing and arranging. and she was determined. Ladders for Sarah were meant to be climbed. Once, Ken and Sarah arrived back home after a walk. Her face and hands were scraped and bleeding but she was happy as a clam. Ken explained that Sarah wanted to climb through a culvert, so he told her OK. Now Sarah is a tall, slim teen, just as determined and well organized as ever, with just as many ladders to climb as ever. She works hard at school and she plays on three school teams, but adults are a bit boring to her. But for me, it is such a pleasure to watch the grandchildren grow up.
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