So, why the sudden white out? Two wordsruntogether: Grandchildren. Grand and children for sure. But at four and two they still travel with their parents and it’s the little ones first trip to Mykonos. Any idea how much pressure that puts on papoo—Greek for grandpa? I was desperate to make sure they had a great time. Not necessary. I forgot how easy it is for kids to find a way to have fun on their own, even without an iPad. A beach by the Aegean is more than enough, but add a pool, puppies, rabbits and, well, they’re all smiles.
The little ones have found friends by now. It’s so easy to make them at their age. My four-year-old grandson has learned to count to twenty in Greek (by twos no less), slap a Greek high five, and say “party time” when eight college-age blondes walk into a restaurant. He’s found his Mykonos state of mind. The two-year old just wears her sunglasses, smiles at every adult passing by and watches them melt.
Yes, the little ones are easily amused. But what about the two who shepherded all that joy to me across two continents, in three flights, consuming eighteen hours? To paraphrase Ernest Thayer, there is no joy in Daddy-Mummyville ‘til the two tots' lights are out.
|Yes, their car broke down, too.|
For grandpa it’s “all joy”—that’s the dedication to my children and grandchildren in my latest book and I’m sticking to it (Prey on Patmos). But joy comes at a price. I want both generations to have a good time. And, so, guess what? Grandpa is now a baby sitter.
Yep, no more late nights on Mykonos. No more partying (despite my grandson’s efforts), nor drop everything days for spear fishing or a quick sail to a neighboring island for lunch. AND no more uninterrupted writing sessions. Not for another week.
And when that week passes…I’ll be very sad.
For this is true happiness.