Monday, 2 August 2010
Not the Ronettes: Be Our Grandbaby
Photos courtesy of Rich and Helen
Marlie at about 10 weeks. It doesn't take much to turn a frown into a smile, or even a half-smile as we have here, but you never quite know what that 'not much' is. Sometimes it's a noise, sometimes it's a movement, sometimes it's a face, sometimes now it is her own face in the mirror. But you never know, because the same things can frighten or upset her. She loves looking at Rich, her father, and he can tease her by hiding.
I still haven't quite got used to being a grandparent. But then I am not sure if I have ever got used to being anything. Often it is as if consciousness were sitting in another chair near mine, taking it all in, and there's this body thing that it has, sometimes reluctantly, to get back into. I say the whole boiling is strange. Sometimes other people say: don't believe your eyes and I reply, but what else am I to believe? But it isn't the eyes that are doing the replying - it's the consciousness in the chair.
As for little Marlie, her consciousness flitters about her like a moth, and sometimes it lights right there, in the middle of the brain, and that might make her smile, smile back at the mirror, while we too flit about her, strange, large, more or less necessary objects, because, after all, what else is there?