It turns out that my granddaughter Robin loves cardboard boxes and is thrilled to sit in one. Another commentary on the multi-billion dollar baby toy business, which I have greatly supported. Often, it’s the simple things.

The most fun I Have had with Robin has been showing her jars filled with buttons and beads, and I never thought of putting her in a cardboard box. Emma said she had the time of her life. There is a lesson here.

Robin was her last weekend for her first visit to the farm. We had a blast, we explored the town and the country. Robin showed no interest in the donkeys, the sheep, the chickens or the cats. She loved seeing the town, dancing with us, playing on the floor. We definitely did some bonding, she is a sweet and adaptable child, and i am in awe of the wonderful job Emma is doing as a mother.

We are back into the natural rhythm of our relationship, and I accept it. I will not see Robin for awhile, and she is growing up rapidly and out of sight. I don’t love Facetime relationships as much as so many others do, and Skype doesn’t work for me either. I do love seeing and sharing these photos.

I have this recurring feeling that Robin loves her life as I love mine. And that seems both natural and uplifting to me. These visits have a lot of meaning for me, and some of the meaning is that it is good to have some distance and time between our coming together, it gives it all the more meaning.

She knows who I am now, and reacts to me with many smiles, and I cherish the images of her and Maria dancing together. That was natural also. She is in good hands down there in Brooklyn, Emma and Jay are natural and loving parents, even in the turbo-charged and anxious atmosphere of Brooklyn parenting.

Robin did get a slight tick bite which we didn’t spot and there was much consternation there about that, the doctor said it was too slight a bite to have any impact, it was nothing to worry about. That is life in the country for sure. I am glad we got Emma some rest when she was here, but then Robin got sick and we all got sick.

Robin was back in day care in a day, so was Maria. I’m still on antibiotics, Emma is still wobbly. Life goes on. I’m going to try sitting in a cardboard box if it is all that much fun. We need to laugh.