‘Mum can you go in your study while our friends are here?’
‘Sure.’ I put lightness in my voice, because…well, because of course. He’s nearly eight years old.
Child runs away, but after a few steps stops.
Turns.
Speaks.
‘But maybe don’t close the door.’
Child turns and runs again, joins brother in never-ending soccer game.
Wonderful experience for you. These are treasured moments in life.
P.S. I think I’d cry too if I saw a gold leaf car of any description.
Juxtapose the above two sentences and see where the real value lies.
It’s so hard when they start to grow up, and yours have a head start on mine. I think you handled it really well.
Your heart gets squished and squeezed all the time.
I have a smile in my heart after reading that post.
That is lovely.