“Lovely to see you come, and lovely to see you go“. So said Grandma in about 1974 after nine of us were about to depart after three weeks or so in her flat and bach. Such harsh words I thought. Surely she was sad to see us go? After all she was quite old I thought and you never know, this could be the last time (turned out she had another 16 years!).
Of course as a boy I didn’t appreciate the stress that a large group of visitors in Grandma’s flat in Sandringham and at her bach in Stanmore Bay might have caused. They were just great holidays. A long road trip from the South Island, beaches, swimming, hot days, sun burn, Waiwera hot pools and barbeques.
I had dear friends stay in the weekend (so in case they’re reading I’m not about to do a Grandma). We cycled, dined, did some gardening and watched movies.
A colleague commented to me the other day that when you’re an extrovert it’s not always straightforward to explain to those close to you that you need downtime. Which I have found to be true.
I’m an extrovert and part of me needs recharging with time alone. More so as I’ve got older (which might be another post).
Thanks to Grandma for the wise leadership insight all those years ago.
p.s. this is her in 1979 with my mother. I can imagine she’s smiling from being reminded about this story.