Back home from work at the Best Cafe Ever I always arrive to a turbulence of birds. Even in this rain, they sit along the wires and I swear they welcome me. I say Hallo Friends, but just to let you know that I will stop feeding you from May 1st, whatever the weather. They will miss me, and I will miss them very much, the dip and dive, the rise and flutter just outside my window, but what I know, and they don’t, is that a ferocious disease is coming back and will kill them and their young, if I persist in my desire to watch them feed. It thinks me.

When my children were too young to know what I didn’t want to know, I had to be the responsible one. I had to say no when that ‘no’ word set up a load of trouble. No, you cannot go to a disco at 14; no you cannot borrow the car; no you will not get flashing trainers, a TV in your bedroom, a pet snake. It was years of ‘not easy’ but that is intelligent parenting and not one of us wants it. But time passes and then they become parents and then they say ‘Ah, I get it”. It’s such a long wait to hear that, if indeed we ever do. Nobody knows a life until they live it, after all.

In the BCE, there is a young girl, new to the tasks, mid early exams, on the brink of womanhood and still under strong protection against which, I imagine, she rebels. I have watched her, listened to her, engaged with her and she is one fine early woman. I have met such in my granddaughters. Strong, clear on what they will and won’t accept. I resist the words that rise in me, the cautionary tale, and I just say, as I said to her today. Remember one thing. Do everything to make sure of your independence. Do the work towards that independence, no matter. how hard, how much you yawn at the thought of it, because if you don’t, you will end up being convinced. that a different way to yours is brighter, like the flashing trainers were once to my kids. Flash and diamond lights and promises of gold and magic is a load of shite. Always.

I wish I had known who I was at that age. I didn’t. I was, then, a follower and the leader was a man, everytime. I have nothing against men, I love them. When they come into the cafe, the bikers, the fit cyclists, and, even though they are young enough to be my sons, if there’s a sparkle, I play. This the fun of life and I love it. But I do think of those long ago days when I had no idea of my beauty and I can see ithe truth of that now in old photos. All I had was a need to escape. Thank goodness I did, and into safe arms.

My beautiful granddaughter turns 16 in a few days. I was almost married at 18, I told her recently. She, beautiful and talented she, laughed. Never me, Granny, never me. I want to focus on my exams and my piping (she is a brilliant piper) and then I laughed too. Of course my clever and beautiful girl. Of course.