I have three children (that I know of); two boys and one girl. They arrived boy, girl, boy, just as ordered.
The only one I see regularly (and I shall soon be seeing even more regularly) is my oldest, Kimbo. He is the one who opens Supermarkets, and flies off to Singapore on business. He is a bon viveur and is great company.
The other two are globe trotters; one a settled globe trotter. My daughter, Tenpin, below aged about 12, has now settled in Brisbane. She has a beautiful home, a good job, two strapping teenage boys, and two dogs. As you might imagine, she is amazingly busy, and hardly has time to sleep.
My youngest, Wills, is the itchy feet member of the family. There is nothing he likes more than new horizons and opportunities. He has recently left his small Caribbean island, and is back in Miami. I believe he will head for France in a month or so, and maybe stay for some while. I hope he'll still be there when we go. He also has other homes around the world. We never know where he will settle next.
I suppose we like to ascribe future paths for our children, but rarely do they happen as imagined. They have several University degrees between them; my oldest has just the one, my daughter I think has two (Ordinary and Masters), and my youngest seems to have several. None of them work in the realms of their degrees.
Now we look to the grandsons; of which we have six. Kimbo's two are in the process of planning their futures, seemingly quite wisely. Tenpin's two are probably also planning careers, but we have no information, and Wills's two, Boo Boo and The Cherub, will of course become World Leaders.
We still dream. The one thing I shall miss about leaving this life will be not knowing how things unfold for them all. One thing I do hope, however, is that they'll all be successful in their choices of career, solvent, kind, and happy. But that, of course, is entirely up to them.
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It must be a wonderful to successfully bring up three achieving children. I always said I wanted to live to see my youngest niece turn 21, seven years to go. I might make it, but then there the greats to watch get older, the oldest being eight.
I think it's the only really sad thing about dying; not being able to see how things progress.
No matter when we leave, it will be in the middle of someone else's story.
Yes, it's an illogical thought, but I felt the same for my own mother not seeing what became of her grandchildren. One could go on and on.
As it always has. It is beautiful, isn't it?
I often wonder what the world will be like for the grand babies. It is a privilege to see these mini humans evolve.
Yes, I mustn't complain.
It's the great enigma; maybe in these troubled times it is better not to know.
Kimbo must be moving in just up the road.
Yes. Terrific work going on there as I write. A total re-haul. It'll be a lovely home again quite soon for him to enjoy.
We give our children a good base and then watch them fly. My son likes globetrotting too. He traveled with us at an early age, it's no surprise he's on the go.
I suppose living in France gave mine the feeling that one could live anywhere.
May I suggest that once in a while you make a point of skyping Tenpin and her teenage sons in Brisbane. It's important to keep in touch - especially as you and your bride are not getting any younger. Once a month would be good.
I bet he does that anyway, and more. I've been reading here long enough to know Cro is in touch with all his children on a regular basis.
I did not read this as a complaint. Life's longing for itself.
"None of them work in the realms of their degrees"
So why have the degrees?
My children also arrived as ordered, girl, boy, girl, boy. None have degrees, but all are gainfully (and happily) employed, with three grandchildren also employed, one being in the career of her choosing. The fourth grandchild is still in high school.
Of course I am; but mostly with Kimbo because he lives in England, and comes down for the occasional weekend.
My oldest works roughly in the realm of his studies, but not the others. I taught the subject of my degree for a short while, then worked at it from there on privately. I shall be surprised if my grandchildren go to Uni; it is amazingly expensive these days, and 'technical courses' seem much more popular.
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