A will start secondary school in September. There is only a short period of ‘childhood’ left. It feels too quick, too fleeting.
Whilst I have been concocting in my head what the perfect childhood should be – I find that most of it has actually been. And the reality is there is no such thing as the ‘perfect childhood’. It isn’t a series of long summers punctuated with adventures and lashings of ginger beer.
Mostly childhood seems to be about frantic mornings trying to locate school bags. Early morning trips to the shop to get milk and the missing items for packed lunches. Lost shoes, hairbands, hairbrushes, insert random item that was needed yesterday here. It is about snot and what’s not. It’s about planning holidays that seem to be over in the blink of an eye – and inevitably don’t live up to the previous years holiday by dint of not being ‘exactly’ the same. It’s about worrying whether their hair and toe nails need trimming. It’s a smorgasbord of worries, laughter and love.
But it’s certainly not perfect.
So I am going to pledge to live in the moment for the next few years. To just enjoy being a parent and to let their childhood be what it is – a journey on the way to adulthood to which I have the utmost privilege to experience with them.