|Donna Hay's molten peanut butter and|
chocolate fondant cakes
I had forgotten how good tacos tasted, and chicken skewers, and all those other yummy child-friendly food. It’s been a wonderful treat having my grandson staying this past week. It has certainly kept me on my toes: school lunches, homework and making sure he is in bed on time. It made it easier having my son and his partner staying too: my grandson had fun with them and it meant I could still nick out to yoga and the like.
I had also forgotten about the feeling of fierce love and protectiveness that the trust of a child engenders. Trying not to fuss—he is eleven years old— but worried about him not keeping the bedcovers on, what he is accessing on line, having a good day at school. He is rather cool though and was kind to me. He is off to high school next year. I feel a pang when I think about him leaving behind the ‘boy’ years. At the moment, I only laugh at the occasional ‘neeeeer I don’t know’.