It’s the night before my little one starts school for the first time and I’m putting her to bed. I’ve been on the verge of tears for about 48 hours now and can feel myself well up just at Corrie like it’s the end of Titanic, but I’m actually holding it down.
So I go to read a bedtime story and she starts rattling on about ladybirds and how they have mummies and daddies and how her friends also have mummies and daddies. (Btw there’s no daddy on the scene here, never has been) Then she makes my day, my week, my life. “But I’ve got the bestest mummy ever!”
At that point there’s nothing I can do to stop the waterworks, I’ve held it in but now no amount of fanning my eyes is going to stop it. But she looks at me and says “why are you making such a funny face mummy?” “Because you make me so happy my funny little monkey!” Is my reply.