I found a lovely blog entitled "Sticky Fingers" the other day. Although the author was apologetic, I found the stories of Things Her Children Had Done absolutely delightful and very funny. And they brought back memories of my own early mothering days, full of wall-to-wall action, tears, exhaustion, joy, frustration and satisfaction, like no days before or since have ever been.*
So, without any more long-winded introduction except to say skip it if it makes you gag, and enjoy it if it makes you smile, here is one of mine.
When daughter was about 18 months old, Great Auntie Eva came to live with us for a while. She was 91, intelligent, articulate, mobile, and a lot of fun. Although she'd never had children, she loved my three and it was a very special year. One day when daughter was about two and a bit, she was lying in Auntie's lap looking up at her face. I could see and hear from the kitchen.
Sitting up, she put her hand gently on Auntie's cheek.
"You got really sof' skin haven't you Auntie?" (I smiled to myself)
"Do I dear?"
"You are vewwy winkly, aren't you?" (Oh dear)
"Am I dear?"
Another longer pause.
"You're vewwy old aren't you Auntie?" (Oh shit)
Slight hesitation: "I suppose so, dear"
Very long pause while I held my breath.
"You're going to die soon aren't you Auntie?" (Auugggh!)
Short pause, and to my relief this marvelous lady replied with a chuckle
"Oh not for a little while yet, I hope dear."
And it was. She died peacefully when she was 97.
* Except maybe my last relationship.