Our second-born, our only son turned 10 today. And so I find myself ruminating on a decade of a boy who has brought us deep contentment, laughter, cajoling to eat fruit and the buying of many footballs. My time-strapped week has meant I had no time to pen a post to him, but then I recalled this post I wrote two years ago for when he turned 8. I wanted to repost it not just because its a particularly precious post, but because it says much of what I’d say today.
For sure, he may be that bit more street wise and want the latest haircut/gadget/football kit, greeted with varying degrees of ‘Maybe’, ‘No’ and eventually ‘Yes’. He has an increasing eye for hypocrisy or unfairness, pointing out truths about ourselves that are often a little too candid for comfort….. Yet we love this – the fact that he feels safe and free enough to tell us certain truths, holding us to account in the ways that we hold him. His humour has become drier, often side-splittingly funny, and despite having an ever increasing affection for screens, he still loves nothing better than us reading to him. Although older and cooler, he still stands on the child side of innocence, and so much of what I said in this post still stands. Enjoy.
‘You are Eight: a eulogy to my son’
I dreamt last night of you. A strange and slightly haunting dream that lingers longer than normal. Continue reading →
I dreamt last night of you. A strange and slightly haunting dream that lingers longer than normal. We thought we had lost you in a large, strange hotel. On finding you, you had transformed into a baby. I took you in … Continue reading →
“The clock, for all its precision in measurement, is a blunt instrument for the psyche and for society” Jay Griffiths
Two years ago, I wrote this post as the summer holidays drew to a close. If I’d read the newspaper article that inspired it earlier, I most definitely would have posted it before the holidays: it’s a fantastic reminder of the priceless value of down time that the 6 week break brings and that our kids so desperately need. So, for those of you feeling a tight knot in your stomach building as the term draws to a close, read on! It won’t make the sibling spats and interruptions every 60 seconds any easier, but it will help you see value in those 6 weeks…. Continue reading →
My six year old son is a classic for coming out with hilarious comments and sayings, including memorable mal-a-props that are simply down to him mis-hearing a single letter in a word. He came out with a corker yesterday that I hope will cheer you up and make you laugh on this damp dishcloth of a day. Continue reading →