I was very lucky. As a child from a big family, my grandmother carved out time just for me. I was allowed to walk by myself to my grandparents’ house as it was just up the road and I was guaranteed a special breakfast. My grandmother gave me a boiled egg with a knitted hat on top to keep it warm. We spent time in the garden together and I got to bake ‘calcium cookies’ with her. I can still smell her special Oil of Ulan moisturiser, and the aroma from the deep fryer when she served homemade fish and chips which we ate out of a paper bag sitting on a tartan rug.
I love hearing about the special relationship between children and their grandparents. There is nothing quite like it. Memories are made that literally last a lifetime. For those fortunate enough to have three (or even four!) generations actively involved in whānau life, having grandparents around who absolutely adore their grandchildren and want to spend time with them – and vice versa – is a precious gift indeed.