As H gets ready to leave for work each morning a little tousled blond head appears at his side:
“Daddy! Are you staying home with us today?”
“Not today sweetheart, I have to go to work.”
“But I want you to stay because I just really love you the most Daddy!!”
Nothing like making Mummy feel really cherished first thing in the morning is there Kitty-cakes?
I know it’s just the novelty value as it were; Mummy is always here, Mummy does not appear with Milkybars in her pockets, Mummy can’t hold small daughters upside down by their ankles, Mummy just isn’t as exciting. And truth be told there are mornings where Mummy would also quite like it if Daddy was staying home!
But at the weekend or on odd days of holiday when the answer is a resounding “yes” it’s lovely to see her enormous smiles, even if H rather wishes they weren’t immediately followed by two small girls using him as a climbing frame in what seems to be a quest to be the first to sit on his head. (Seriously, Elma’s knees gave him two neat little purple bruises on his stomach the other week when she flung herself at him!)
There are days when we come up with an adventure, or we’ve got plans to meet friends, and lots of our weekends revolve around hockey matches but sometimes the very best days are the ones with no plan at all, the days when we go as the whim takes us.
We might be snuggled up at home having family film afternoon while the rain drips down the windows, or sat around the table playing all sorts of glueing painting and sticking, or in this case running around the park in a window of sunshine before the rain moved in again.
The park has a policy of tidying up fallen trees but leaving them mostly in situ so they can be clambered all over, and this little log was just irresistible to Kitty. And where Kitty goes, there follows Elma, even if she might need a little fatherly assistance to stop her splatting straight into a puddle!
So while I rocked a sleepy Pip back and forth in his pram, my intrepid trio set about exploring. They wibbled a bit, wobbled a bit, and then jumped!
It was a tiny moment in a very everyday sort of day, but they’re the days where we seem to really revel in being a family of five; days of utter contentment. It’s the emotional equivalent of that feeling of being slightly stuffed but very happy that you get sat in front of a roaring fire after a really great roast lunch followed by apple crumble and custard.
The days when I look around at our little family and feel how truly blessed we are. These very wonderful ordinary days.