We’ve been spending most of the week in the burbs at my parents’ house. My mom’s been doing a lot of cooking and we’re getting our fill of Korean food. Even Claudine is coming around to some dishes she’s rejected in the past. The kids take walks with my dad to the post office and he always buys them some sort of sugary treat (and tells them not to tell me). The evidence is on their faces, however, covered in traces of powdered sugar or chocolate.
I’m sure that when the girls grow up they’ll remember their regular visits to grandma’s house fondly. It’s not an experience that I had growing up. The one and only grandparent who we had a relationship with is my mother’s mother, who actually raised me for 2 years in Korea and then came to NY herself. She lived with us for awhile after my brother was born. She lives by herself now in her own apartment in Flushing, still cooking for the family at nearly 90 years old. While we were close to our grandmother growing up, we didn’t have visits to “grandma’s house” like the girls have.
During these visits, we get a taste for life in the burbs. Interesting enough, the girls like to have the run of the house, but they have little interest in playing in the yard. City kids. I don’t know…are we just accustomed to the manner in which we grow up? Even though I grew up in the city, we had a house with a backyard and a swingset. My brother and I were out there all the time.
One of the other main reasons we come to the burbs in the summer is to use the private town pool (Claudine figured out how to swim yesterday!!). It’s huge and is adjacent to a playground, tennis and basketball courts. During snowstorms, the neighborhood kids go sledding here too, but we we’ve never tried it. During the week and even in the weekend mornings, we often have the whole pool to ourselves, unlike the city public pools. It’s all very quiet. Maybe a little too quiet. When we go back to Brooklyn, it’s nice to see people walking in the streets, to see kids in the playground, to bump into neighbors…