Adulting and why it is over-rated

Most mornings I walk Jack to school. It is a good way to get my thirty minutes of moving done and dusted and also, just a nice way to really connect with him as he chitter chats all the way. The boy can ask questions. He often just talks in questions. He will be in high school next year and from my experience with Horatio, they grow up super fast then, and have little interest in what you have to say.

Yesterday he was nervous because he had a writing assessment to do during the day. The topic was Is Australia A Good country to live in, or something like that. We both agreed that we were lucky to find ourselves living here with the good far outweighing the bad, but it is certainly not without its faults.

Jack told me what he was roughly going to focus on when it came to our shortcomings. Housing affordability which knocks onto the next topic of our growing homelessness problem and why same-sex marriage is not legal in our country. And it was at that moment that I realised that he was not a little boy anymore.

I walked him up this morning and went into the office to pay for his upcoming Canberra/Snowy excursion. Did you go on that one in year six? It is like a rite of passage here in NSW. I chatted with the awesome chicks in the office before heading home. I am not sure about you but this glorious weather is just the tonic for us who have fast-moving and worried brains.

I was walking behind a mother and her young daughter. She would have been three or four. Dressed in a blue dress and gold tights, she had gorgeous blonde pig-tales. As young kids tend to do, she was running her mouth off while her mother patiently answered all of her enquiries. They stopped so the girl could point out some birds and so Isobel Barbara and I caught up with them.

“Good morning.” I said and watched the little girl looking at the birds with complete wonder and glee.

“Don’t you wish you were a kid again?” I asked the mum. She was quick to agree.

The thing is you have no problems and no worries. You have no idea how hard things can get as the years fly by. Everything is wonderful and you are so innocent and oblivious to the horrors of the world. Yesterday I was editing some stupid blog post when I started to hear about a “major incident” in Manchester. I spent the rest of the day watching the horrors unfold. When the kids came home from school, I sat them down and gave them a bit of a Disney-esque version of the events.

Hug your kids, even if they squirm away. For as Charles Swindon said “Each day of our lives we make deposits in the memory banks of our children.”

Now get out there in that sunshine xx