On Saturday my Mum and Dad, Kirby
and I, our nephew, Hugo, and our friends’ eight year old daughter, Jess, went
to the Beach House. The Beach House is a two storey building by the seashore
with waterslides, a carousel, a little train, mini golf, bumper boats and much
more.
Mum and Dad had decided that
instead of giving Hugo a gift for his third birthday they would take him there –
and then Kirby and I were included and then Jess, who Hugo adores, was invited
too.
It was a magic day. The kids
thoroughly enjoyed themselves at the Beach House and afterwards flying a kite
on the beach. Although I’m not sure who
enjoyed the kite the most – the kids or Dad!
When Kirby and I realised that we
weren’t going to have children one of the things that hurt most was that we
were not going to be giving Mum and Dad grandchildren that they would be able
to live close to. My nieces live in another state – a two hour flight or a
three day drive away – so Mum and Dad only get to see them a few times a year. I
was looking forward to Mum and Dad being able to have grandchildren nearby.
But, perhaps it is that very hurt
that has made Saturday so very special and precious. For a day we had a glimpse
of what it might have been like if we’d had children. Kirby and I looked like
every other couple who were there with their children and parents – nobody who
didn’t know us would have thought twice about whether Hugo and Jess were our
children or whether Mum and Dad were the doting grandparents.
It was nice. It was better than
nice. It was a blessing to spend a day in this type of heaven.
The best bit, though, is that even
though Jess and Hugo are not our children, they love us and we love them so
very much. We get to spend time with them and every minute is precious. And Mum
and Dad love them too.
Sometimes it’s hard not to have
what other people have, but when we get a little piece of heaven like we did on
Saturday, it is such a beautiful thing.
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