Maturity

I have just finished hosting my only sibling and his oldest son, aged six on a quick ten day holdiay from Japan.

No blood was drawn and a civilised time was had by all involved. In previous times over family gatherings, harsh words were said, tears rolled and voices were raised. Someone has grown up. Not sure who...

My brother, his bulk and smoking addiction stayed in a hotel for four nights and the rest with his mates at their extensive man lair. I had the privilege of having my blood nephew stay with us for 3 nights.

Finally having someone to match my energy and enthusiasm for all that is fun in this city was fantastic. We did Orana park, Sumner beach, the Gondola and he was allowed to do whatever his six year old mind wanted to. I fell short of joining him in my undies swimming at the beach. The red trike we resurrected for him was a hit. He spun it around Hagley park with gusto reveling in the great outdoors, feeding loaves to the ducks and hanging from the chain rings with his skinny little arms.

He fitted right into our family and really enjoyed the attention without the competition of his two younger brothers. I do hope he remembers this special time...