Everyday is composed of moments, some insignificant, others worth savouring.  Time spent with grandchildren is the latter – their presence, always refreshing, the interaction guaranteed to leave a warmth that glows long past our parting.

Through them I alive again, reminded of my own childhood, and how pleasure is to be found in the simplest of things, like a bike ride with Dad.  Maybe it’s my imagination but I see myself in each of these little souls as if somehow my essence is sewn into their personalities.

This one, fiercely independent, loves the taste of watermelon, does not care that the sweet, watery dribble stains her clothes.  She’d rather be naked running through the garden anyway.  She is two.  I am reminded of old movie film reels my father had taken that show me, hair unbrushed, running away from the camera without a stitch on.

 

This one, more sensitive than her younger sister, is content with a journal and pen – will spend hours drawing or colouring, conveying through images what is important in her life, as well as the depth of her imagination.

She wants to know how things work, is curious about bugs and animals, the sky, the weather; says she will be a scientist and an engineer when she grows up.

We are kindred souls.

The first of my granddaughters, now seven, is smart, loves reading, and puzzles, and demonstrates athleticism.  She knows her own mind, never misses a nuance, and loves to entertain by switching accents and generally being goofy.  We are best of friends.   I am reminded of a younger girl, labelled a tom boy, whose imitations of Lily Tomlin became a family legend.  Laughter is a gift we share.

Every day is composed of moments and some of the best, for me, are spent in the company of these three young ones.

(Lens-Artists Photo Challenge is offered weekly, with rotating hosts.  This weeks focus is everyday moments.)