November 22, 2009

Mauritius and Kisses

I can't blame the season. I love the bloody winter. But I've been feeling a little low since I was here last. Something that comes and goes in spells but not that often. I think it's just the run up to Christmas knowing that my usual rushed efforts won't be including a card and pressie for my mum-in-law who passed away in March. It just struck me that my kids don't have any grandparents at all now and that my crossed fingers don't seem to be doing much via my daughter and her attempts to make me one! She's on fertility treatment as she has polycystic ovaries, making the natural job a bit harder. Mind you, I can just picture the little 'un in a few years with his/her Prodigy tee-shirt on giving it laldy with mum in the sitting room to her CD's and him/her being fascinated by the tongue stud she'll keep popping in and out her mouth...(doesn't beat when grampa used to take out his false teeth out in front of you, Kek. You tried so hard to do the same!). So, I'm picking myself up and shaking off the blues. I'm so impatient. That's my real problem.

I know when the kids notice I'm down. Especially Ross. It's the only time he ever makes me a cup of tea with an added kiss. But he bucked me up. Even had me laughing when he told me he was about to woo his latest date with a Pot Noodle and Saw V. She giggled all the while she was in.

But my best ever pick-me-up is going through old photographs - and trust me I have thousands. It was when I came across this one that gave me the biggest smile. I can remember the first time Ross met his auntie Maryse he was amazed at how little she was. Only 4ft 10 inches in height.

  His first question to her was: "Why are you too wee...?"

  And her answer back was: "Why are you too handsome...?"

 He shrugged. She shrugged. And that was that. But Ross said he'd try and just grow to her height (he was only about six inches away from that back then!) which I suppose was his way of accepting life.

Unfortunately, he didn't manage that. This pic from after my mum-in-law's funeral really tells the story. It was only the second time the boys had met their auntie and they adored her sweet Mauritian accent and her wacky stories. So I guess I've not really got a lot to feel down about. Not with a family as rich (in unity) as mine when times need.


menopausaloldbag (MOB) said...

Lena – my first husband is from Mauritius. I lived with him and his family in London when I first got married. I holidayed in Mauritius twice when I was with him and fell in love with the place and the people and the food. There are a lot of tiny people on that island and me being wee too, I loved it! I bet you gave her a good Scottish welcome. They are a very warm people who welcome you into their home no matter how little they have. Christmas is a time when you think of those that have gone and it is sharper in focus than at any other time for us I think. I too had only one grandparent and felt robbed when she died. We weren’t too close as she never liked my father but I missed her all the same. I always get up Christmas morning and spend a bit of time remembering all who have gone and wishing them happy times wherever they are then move on with the day. It’s always a bit tough but that’s life I guess. Happy Christmas when it comes.

Helena said...

Bless you, MOB. I always feel comforted after your comments...

Maryse did get a good Scottish welcome - as well as meeting my daft mob who wouldn't have stood for anything less! She did bring an amazing curry with her and left the recipe - if I could cook like that I wouldn't be giving it out to anyone. But, as you say, Mauritians do give from the heart. I hope it's not too long till we meet again.

menopausaloldbag (MOB) said...

I thought when you said in your reply, 'as well as meeting my daft mob' you were talking about me!

Those curry recipes are amazing. There is a web site on the net full of Mauritian recipes - all authentic by a wee wumman from there. My in-laws were the greatest cooks and I ate like a lord most of the time. Except when my hubby's granny sat at the table sucking the eye out of a fish head from the soup she was eating. I nearly heaved my guts up at that little sight! Then there was the time they gave me something covered in batter - it was deep fried brains - yuk!

Ekanthapadhikan said...

Mauritius is one place in the list of '10 places I want to visit before I die' and guess what? I've not visited even one of the places in the list yet!

Ekanthapadhikan said...

And thanks a lot for visiting my song blog regularly. You're an inspiration. Thank you.

Helena said... - I use capitals for no-one but you! Mauritius auld dears must be the bravest in the world! Sooking oot fish eyes and withoot the 'boak'..? Bless her brave little heart (and stomach!).

PurestGreen said...

I get the down feeling as well at times, and now I treat is as something that will pass. It takes hold of me for a little while and I just sit with it until it goes again. I am learning to have more patience with sadness. This has helped me.

I am very lucky and still have both sets of grandparents. My grandmother is very ill and she is also blind, so I email letters to my mom and she reads them out to omi. In this way I stay connected.

Scumbag Sam said...

Aw- winter blues are the worst. Especially when people have passed away. I know I miss my grandma every year and mostly at christmas because she was such a huge part of the whole celebration!
I really hope its goes ok for your daughter! Fingers crossed she gets a wee one soon!

Is this the son who dressed as a gynaecologist for halloween? haha - brilliant choice of costume! :)

I recall the movie One Missed Call, although I havent seen it. I know it was remade in America and it looked hilariously bad. But I'll be sure to check out the original!

Lady of Perpetual Chaos said...

It's ironic how at this time of year with all the wonderful things going on, we can feel a little down. I hope you have a wonderful Christmas season with your family. And next year with a new grandbaby.