Day 207

Races on the beach

Went for a lovely walk on the beach in the evening, ran races - competition is rife amongst siblings, their significant others, and even the old matriarch of the family! 

The water, which has been 9 to 10 degrees above normal is suddenly freezing like the Atlantic in Cape Town. 

So much food to make for all these people again, I had almost forgotten how to do that.  In South Africa we always had about 8 for dinner each day, but for a long time we have just had 4. 

Oh how I miss these daughters. 

I have no desire for them to live with us, they are, after all, independent and have been for years, but I just want them to live in vaguely the same area as we do!

Amongst my four children I am the little one now, it is a common reversal of roles, the once omnipotent mother become small and fairly insignificant in everyday terms.  Become someone to laugh at gently because she loses all the races, doesn't understand certain allusions.  But someone who can still cook for an army, someone who can still dispense advice, set down rules, laugh with you, listen to your stories, and tell you hers.



And tomorrow we'll all run and swim and talk and argue and surprise one another and sing in the car and play games in the evening to much hilarity, together again.  Another day.