This post has nothing to do with cycling, commuting, fixing bikes or recent rides. If you happen to read these posts because you love cycling, then know that my topic today is more about our family.
Over the past couple of weeks my wife and I have enjoyed Christmas, New Years and a visit with our children and their families. Earlier this week our son and daughter-in-law went to Colorado so as to nail down a new job prospect just outside of the Denver area. During this trip both sets of grandparents took care of the grandchildren. For us, this particular visit was the longest time that Evie and Max had stayed at our home. The few days that the children were with us were wonderful. We went out to eat, went to a park (we were the only ones there), even went to our LBS and had a good time with the staff. We played and watched Winnie The Pooh, over and over. The visit was a true blessing.
Sam and Katie have lived in the Ozarks since their marriage in 2002 and they and the children have occupied a big part of our lives. With their relocating to Colorado a fundamental change will occur and not just with them. Jan and I will need to reorient how we spend our time. This is because Jan (along with Katie’s parents) has been helping with babysitting for a little over three years. Being retired, Jan had no serious calls on her time and was able to help out once a week while Sam and Katie worked. This type of closeness and proximity to the children is now coming to an end.
Naturally, with Sam and his family moving away, there is some pain. Sam and Katie feel this pain. All the grandparents and our daughter feel the pain. Even little Evie knows that a change will eventually occur. People handle pain in different ways. Some shed tears. Some are more silent, afraid their comments will end in tears. Perhaps this is my way of dealing with this pain.
I remember a saying of my mother. “Joys shared are doubled. Sorrow shared is halved.”
Thanks for listening.