The tower clock strikes half past six when I get into the car for the biweekly babysitting day with the grandchildren. It’s a busy morning rush hour, but that shouldn’t spoil the fun. Full of expectation, this nanny grandma sets sail for the capital. I receive the message via WhatsApp that my grandson is starting to form his first words. Exciting! Two hours later the front door swings open. Here comes the little man running: hands in the air and a radiant smile: “Grandpa!” he shouts happily.
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A version of this article also appeared in the September 22, 2023 newspaper.