My Grandaughter And I.

It is time for me to post a photo of my Darling Grandaughter and I - as we are. This photo was taken last December just before last Christmas, just a few weeks ago actually.

It wasn't always this way. Simmy was actually antisocial as a little one and I didn't meet her until she was about 2 years old.

She was quite used to her other Grandmother, but had only heard about another mystical 'Nandy' in the bush who wrote childrens books; who lived in an enchanted Cottage with all her animals; who painted and did heaps of drawings; and, who loved Lavender and Lace.

Her other Grandmother is much older than me, and is always ill poor Darling. So Simmy was prepared to meet another Grandmother with all over grey hair, an old lady who was constantly ill and who didn't drive a car or anything.

Imagine her shock when I drove into the driveway of her home in a red coupe sporting the latest in gifts for all and plenty of special sweets for Daddy who loves them. I mean, NOBODY buys DADDY lollies!!

No grey hair all over, perfectly fit and well, laughing and joking, hugging everyone
and who took the floor as centre of attention - with all but .... Simmy.

She fled. I glanced at her then at my daughter who explained that she was very shy and decided I'd soon fix that up!

Each time Simmy stole a glance at me, I stole one at her, and immediately I "became" as shy of her as she was of me.

A whole day passed where we hid from one another in our shyness, constantly looking at one another very, very shyly and pretending we didn't exist.

We saw one another in the hallway - and fled in opposite directions, then peered out of the crack of a door to see if we were looking at one another again. When we saw we were looking at each other, the door shut fast.

We found places to hide from one another I don't think her Mum and Dad knew about.

I was starting to het a bit tired of this game but noted how she would go out to my car and stare at it.

" What's the prob Hon? She like Coupe's?" I questioned my daughter.

" I don't know Muz, I think she just likes the colour, also, her other Grandmother doesn't drive. It might be a surprise for her to see you drive. I think she's baffled somehow. She expected a "Grandmother" I think you know what I mean."

Inside she would creep, and then the game would start again. I was just too shy of her.

That evening after Tea, I collapsed on the lounge. Sim stared at me. I stared back.
She moved forward. I moved backward. She looked at me puzzled, I looked at her exceptionally puzzled.

I reached for my handbag, lipstick was needed. She watched me. I watched her. She frowned, I frowned. She looked totally baffled! She looked at the lipstick, I looked at the lipstick.

I put the lipstick on, she watched. Then very, very shyly, more shyly and timud than a little mouse I said to her softly "Want some?"

She came over and I put some lipstick on her.

That did it! Lipstick! There is no doubt about we girls, we stick together.

Her parents went into hysterics laughing, so did Simmy and so did I. And, we have never been separated in friendship ever since.

From then onwards we were the best of friends. Special books were written just for her, books I bound myself as they were absolutely personally hers. Special drawings for the books were done and gone was my career for the world as I ploughed myself into books for my little Grandaughter and Grandson. They mean't the world to me.



Today, she drives that Coupe I drove into her Driveway. And, she is the proudest young lady one could imagine because she owns it. We can't seem to prise her out of it!