I was a mother before my son was a father. I remind my granddaughter of that every time I see her. Of course, I don't know that she understands me. She is almost two and has many words. She may, however, not comprehend the complexity of before and after. Just the same, it is helpful for me to verbalize it, particularly when the DS instructs me on how to care for his most precious little girl.
Yesterday and today I was the sole caretaker of this wonderful human. The kids are away on a long weekend so the Grannies get to play with the DGD. Today I turn that duty over to the other grandmother so that I can beat the storm home. The winter was incredibly mild, rarely a storm. April, as I knew it would, brings an early spring mess of snow and freezing rain. Truly unpleasant traveling conditions.
I am a country girl. The nearest grocery store, a Whole Foods is a 6 minute drive or a thirty minute walk. I opted to walk yesterday. I was over dressed for the 70 degree weather. Very few people were out on foot. Those I encountered were college kids either walking to class or out for a run. I am certain that I was virtually invisible to them. I had a back pack too, but mine was full of food.
Where I live we have a limited choice for groceries: Price Chopper or Hanaford. I know where everything is in the Price Chopper. I wandered around the Whole Foods, looking for something less expensive. I didn't find it. I ended up with everything on my list for just under fifty bucks. The ingredients for a meat loaf, some toddler toothpaste, a dozen eggs and some organic coffee.
True, everything I bought was either organic or natural ingredients. I do expect to pay more. I am not really complaining. The meatloaf was delicious. Truly. The DGD didn't eat it but she did eat some brocoli.