|Me & Great-Grandad - 1972|
|Me, Oma and "the hat" that always|
appeared on special occasions
|Me and Opa - 1972|
|Mum, Grandpa and me|
|Mum, Michael and|
Jake - 1999
|Four generations at Dad's |
60th birthday celebrations
And to bring us almost full circle, when Rachel was born we once again had five generations in the family again as Great Grandad was still alive.
Which brings me to now. I'm now a grandparent myself (Nana, naturally - it has never felt right to call myself Grandma) and I'm ultimately proud of my grandchildren. It is so different to see the changes in them each week - like a speeded up video of a flower opening that you used to see on Sesame Street. Their development seems more intense than it ever was with my own children and I want to give them everything that I couldn't afford or forgot to do with my own children when they were a similar age.
When my first granddaughter was born it seemed a shame that we didn't have the five generations again. But when you sit back and think, could we have six (or even seven) living generations in our family. It's extremely possible when you do the maths!
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