My DS said last night about how - three years ago - we used to play hairdressers in my bedroom before his bed time. He would bring me a little stool and I would set out all my brushes, hair accessories etc and let him ‘style’ my hair. He loved pretending to be a hairdresser and we used to have a conversation about our life as hairdresser and customer. He was around 5 at the time. The reason it was so poignant he remembered it was at the time my ex husband had just walked out after I discovered his affair. I was really struggling, we both were and this bit of time in the evening before bed was actually just my way to cope, comfy seat and no expectation but to my DS, it was love. Felt like sharing in case any other mums are going through difficult times and wondering if the small things will even matter. They do. X