My youngest has just cycled off to his part time job having cooked lunch for himself and his dad. One more exam and he’s finished school. He knows exactly what he’s going to do next. The older two are much older, working, doing their own thing apart from collecting a bit of mum’s home cooking occasionally. I am so glad to be at this stage in life but …..
The children over the fence have a paddling pool and slide out. They’ve been playing in it since they got in from school at 3. They are having a picnic tea now. Squeals of joy for the last two hours and it’s making me feel really melancholy for the olden days. The long water slide that ruined the grass, trampoline and slide likewise. The constant wet clothes from water blasters and all the little kids digging in the freezer or asking for an ice cream cone because this miserable mummy wouldn’t pay ice cream van prices but kept a shop bought supply. Long summer evenings playing and occasionally a wee glass of wine in the mud bath garden once I got the other kids to go home.
In many was I’m glad those days are done and I haven’t thought about it for years but I hope my children’s memories are as happy as mine.