The two children of Daughter 2 came to stay over new year, along with their mother and stepdad. It’s a while since we’ve seen them, and Wizz had shot up – she no longer fits under my chin for a hug. I wondered how else they had changed.
Wizz is now 11 and Danny 9. Just before they came, we’d had a visit from Youngest Daughter and her two boys, 5 and 7. So in preparation for Wizz and Danny, I put away the young children’s toys: the shoe-house, the little figures, the pre-school garage, the cars.
Wizz walks in and looks around.
‘Abuela, where are the little figures? And the shoe-house … ?’
‘Would you like the cars and the garage too?’
Later I mention to son in law that I’d been surprised – they are so much older now, and have been on some very exciting holidays.
‘Sense of security’, he says succinctly.
I won’t be taking those toys to the charity shop just yet, after all.