“I’m very sad, mummy,” said Boy Three from his seat in the back of the car. We were on the way home last night – the night before St Valentine’s Day. “What’s the matter, honey bun?” I asked. This isn’t an unusual exchange. Often it’s the Worst Day in the World. […]
17 years at the school gates: what I have learned so far….
My baby, he’s all grown up. It doesn’t seem a minute since… Yada yada yada. You know the stuff – uttered by runny-mascaraed mothers waving children off to school before returning to their bleak and echoy nests. Boy Three goes to primary school this week – the last of my babies to put on the […]
Choking on a slice of girl cake…
Talk about being in two minds about something.Boy Three has been spending a lot of time lately considering his forthcoming fifth birthday. It’s not til June, but it’s already looming large. I suppose when you’ve only had four birthdays, they are a pretty big deal. After discussing the options he seems to have settled on a fancy […]
310/365 Look into my eyes, mummy
Putting Boy Three into the car to go to nursery this morning, he suddenly flung his arms around my neck as I leaned over to strap him in. He pulled me close. “Look into my eyes mummy,” he gripped my face between his hands so I was within kissing distance of the tip of his nose. My heart […]
Something wrong in the four-year-old’s view of the world
Boy Three as a red devil “Mummy, help me.” Boy Three was sitting at the table amid a scatter of top-less pens and broken crayons.“In a minute.”“No. Now!”“Ok. What do you want?”“I want you to draw this for me.”“Why? You could draw it, couldn’t you?” “Well. I’m a boy and you’re a girl,” “So?”“D’oh. Girls are […]