Grandma Skypes

I am a faraway grandma. My little grand daughters are urban kids who change from one month to the next.

I am not part of their daily lives. I have missed hours of singing lullabies and reading story books. As fate would have it, my visits seem to include everyday sickness with everyday sickees;  me, the girls, and/or their parents in many varying combinations.

They have been here for a Christmas and a wedding. We had wonderful times together, but there were no " What will we do today?" days.

Sunday morning was one of those "It is possible to absorb too much bad news from Libya", days. I phoned the little characters. This was one of the mornings they chose to chat. Chatting evolved into "Let's skype". Whoopee. This was my kind of morning.

I  scrambled into presentable clothes. My dogs could care less what I wear.

Brrrrrrrrrrrin, brrrrrrrrrin. Call accepted.

I was ready to play with them in their kitchen and they seemed delighted to watch my dogs play in this old house by the sea.

I got to see them good heartedly struggling to get at least a fair share of the screen. I met their newest dolls, saw their new haircuts and was able to tell them the story of  their mummy's Star War Sheets when she was little. I think I got to see the youngest grow a teeny tiny bit.

I heard my daughter and son in law in the background being engaging parents. My day grew a lot brighter.

Skyping can't take the place of an honest to goodness visit, but it is a fantastic way to keep knowing and loving through all too fleeting time and financially significant distance.