We've just returned from a really lovely holiday. Whilst we were there, I was sitting by the pool by myself whilst DH took the DC elsewhere so that I could have some quiet time. There were two parents sitting round the pool with their only daughter who must have been about five. The parents were both playing with their daughter and she was displaying what, I suppose, was spoilt behaviour - ie. they were obeying her every command. But they sounded happy. The mother kept calling her daughter a 'nutmeg' when she did something silly, and it made something in me feel really sad. I'm not quite sure what - maybe that I'll never have the chance to give my undivided attention to one child. I know I'm undeniably lucky to have been blessed with my wonderful family, but I guess I'm just longing for what might have been, IYSWIM? Sorry, I just feel a bit mixed up tonight.