|Fishing with Grandpa|
The problem is - we don’t live near any of them. We used to when we were in Edinburgh. It was fabulous, Crazy would have lots of weekend sleep overs with her Granny and she was an amazing support to us.
Then we moved to Australia and we didn’t even move to the same state as my parents.
Now, Crazy’s grandparents are either on the other side of the world or the other side of the country. A 32 hour flight or a 17 hour drive (or two flights), both expensive little jaunts.
Definitely worth it, just not something we do too often.
We Skype to Scotland and do letters and drawings and emails and videos and phone calls but it is still not the same as weekly face to face contact.
My mum hasn’t been able to travel and with our big jolly last year and then me being ill and not being able to be near mum, we have only seen my parents once in 12 months, MrF’s once in 18 months and nearly three years. A long time between Milo’s in a kids mind.
We do it in holiday blocks, Scotland for three weeks in June, South Australia for two weeks in January, but it’s not consistent. We hang out and make the most of the time, Crazy feels comfortable quickly and gets spoilt mad, but it is definitely a different relationship than if she saw them more regularly.
If we were closer her grandparents would hear her guitar practice, watch hockey, know where she goes to school, babysit, be more of a part of her life. She misses this and gets quite upset seeing pictures of family outings with her Granny and cousins.
We know that our choices have meant Crazy is missing out and living without family support means financially there is an impact with babysitters.
With more and more people traveling and/or meeting partners overseas this, the international family unit, must be a regular family thing - what do you do? What if the Grandparents don’t do Skype or FaceTime, what if you don’t want to use all your annual leave shlepping to the other side of the country, who is missing out?
I would love to know what works best for you.
|At Grandma's house you get a cat |
and breakfast in front of the telly