I have someone at the other end of the sofa, wrapped up snug as a bug in *my* blanket. My birthday blanket that I never get to use because everyone else is snuggling in it. Anyway, I digress. There’s a boy at the end of the sofa, who is 7 on Monday. He’s growing so quickly. But for some reason, he’s not getting to sleep very easily at the moment. He’s been awake until 10pm most nights. But tonight, he came downstairs, and found me working away. I told him to get to the other end of the sofa, snuggle down and make me forget he was there, so he could stay for longer.
It reminded me of being small – or relatively small – and snuggling up myself to my dad, who told me that I had to lie very still and be quiet, or he’d send me to bed. And what did I get to do?? watch Billy Connolly and Jasper Carrot – they were so rude, so funny, so cool, and it was a special thing – lying there in the dark next, the lights of the tv so bright, my mum coming in and telling my dad off, who would insist that I was asleep and not being corrupted, and I’d do some fake snoring which didn’t help matters. I remember it all so clearly.
So now, I’ve spent some quality time watching Jasper and Billy on youtube. Here’s a video that’s perfect – about growing older….
I wonder what it is that my boys will remember of their times at the end of the sofa with me? I hope that they have some memories of it, because it’s very special for me to have them next to me. I love it. Do you do something with your children that invokes memories of your own childhood?
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