It’s not easy to start thinking of your children as real human beings. Not so long as they’re playing with snot, running around bare-bottomed and generally behaving like Thing One and Thing Two.
And then one morning you wake up and find a little dinosaur soaking in your bath mug, just as you sleepily put your hand out for a toothbrush.
A little face framed in curls engagingly grins at you and says “Mama, look, dada wants to play silly games with me and is messing up the bed”. The man playing peekaboo lowers the counterpane in shock.
A little boy patters down the corridor to put away his plate and glass unasked, and obligingly gets a fresh bottle of cold water for his parents at the dining table.
A little girl lifts up a cold glass and places it on a coaster with – “We mustn’t leave marks on the table..”
Two little children demand their own kiddy living room under the stair case so that they can entertain their friends and decorate it with their school made handiwork and a couple of books.
You stare at your old man and find the same question in his eyes … When did this go from being the house of two adults and little mewling brats, to the home of a family of four? When did they become human?!
Perhaps somewhere around the time they began to invest in this home emotionally?
And oh – thank you all for the birthday wishes. I am having a great day – possibly the best birthday ever!