Sunday, March 6, 2016
My son and my niece travelled to their old college stomping ground Ithaca this weekend to hang out with my daughter, who is in her senior year of college there. Their cousin Dani, also attends college in Ithaca, and the four cousins apparently had a fabulous time together, even if the sleeping arrangements were a bit crowded. My son was coaching a track meet at Cornell on Saturday morning, and my daughter had a step performance on Saturday night, and they all attended everything together, joined by my daughter's boyfriend who attends her same school. They cheered each other on and sent out occasional glimpses of the fun over Snapchat, and I couldn't help thinking that wherever she is, their grandmother was smiling to see them all together in supreme joy and comfort like that, completely entertained in one another's company. My son and niece are driving back to the city as I write this, and I am sure I will hear some hair raising stories of visits to old haunts, like the legendary Moonies just off the Commons, where your feet just might stick to the floor. My mother and her eight siblings instilled a deep love of family in their children, and I can't even describe how gratifying it is to see it so fully expressed in yet another generation.