30.07.2022
A conversation with my eight year old
grand-daughter…
I ask the girl “do you know how old
I am?”
“57, 67, 60” she answers trying to guess.
“I’m precisely sixty-nine years old”
I answer happily and with a bit of pride in me.
The girl looks at me and adds “so
you are old!”
“yes, but I’m happy because I’ve had
a chance to do many things, good and also bad, so I can tell everthing to you.
I would like to do many other things with
you”.
She listens attently.
I continue “when I will be 100 years
old, you will have 31, you could have a family. I would like to be there and
see you being a mummy and I could rock your children like I do with you now. It would be lovely”..
“Granny you could pass the lady that
had 120 years, but you have to go to 121”, she answered lively.
And continued “but you can’t beat
her because you don’t either drink or
smock like her”.
“oh yes, that’s true !!!”…I exclaim
smiling.
Then I told her with a sad voice “ you know that I’ve never seen my paternal
grandmother, because she died before I was born. I take her name. She didn’t have a chance to tell me nothing about her
life…..what a pitty.”
Kids are funny. They observe
everthing that goes around them, and they do it in silence. They are very
attentive looking at our ways of doing and in the right moment they will
express their thoughts.
Una conversazione con la mia
nipotina di otto anni.
“Allora nonna potresti superare anche la signora che aveva 120 anni, però, te devi arrivare a 121 ”.
Risponde vivacemente.
E le dico con voce dispiaciuta “sai
che non ho conosciuto la mia Nonna paterna perchè è deceduta prima che io
nascessi. Io porto il suo nome. Non ci siamo incontrate e non mi ha potuto raccontare niente della
sua vita…..Peccato…..”