I’ve been thinking a bit about when the kids were little lately. Our eldest turns 19 tomorrow and is off to uni in just over a month. Our Friends and Family Railcard just expired and our youngest turns 16 in just over two months, at which point she can get a 16-17 Railcard.
It’s weird to think back to days when this time would have seemed so very very far in the future. Days when the living room was a playroom, full of toys and picture books. Early mornings reading, baking and playing board games and then running times tables. Days walking to gymnastics and swimming classes and leaving early enough to climb all the trees. Days when everyone ate the same meals, and the dog mopped up the dropped crumbs and spills from under the table.
That’s it, really. No words of wisdom. Just little nuggets of memory and nostalgia and another word that I can’t quite pull out of my head.
