I was deeply touched when I received this letter from my granddaughter, Willow, last week.
She might indeed have been prompted by an adult to write*, but I know Willow. The execution of this letter (and a drawing that came with it) would have been entirely her work on her own. Turned six last month, she has an impressive ability to see a task through, and with her lovely handwriting (not inherited from me…) is now discovering the pleasure of writing.
At first it was lists – things to do, presents she wanted. I suppose you could count this as a list, but more adventurous. Yes, I miss you and the three other grandchildren, Willow. I will try to visit you early in 2018
* correction from Mummy. “Not just her own work – her idea, me not allowed to see!”