The Weekend Morning
Saturday morning before anyone else is fully awake is a specific kind of time. I have been paying attention to it.
The honest answer is that I kept looking for this blog and it didn't exist. So here we are.
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There is a dad at the school gate who mentions his son's reading level in conversation the way other people mention the weather.
My father is a good man and a good father. He also comes from a generation that did not say certain things out loud.
The toddler phase is not my favourite. I said it. It is out there now.
I am, it turns out, a person who cries at things now. I did not used to be.
I had a very clear professional identity at 39. Children did something to it I did not anticipate.
Ellie is not reading at the rate her school expected. I have been trying, with mixed success, to respond to this like a rational adult.
I kept not writing a will for two years after Ellie was born. The reasons I gave myself were all excuses.
My home office is also the place where someone has decided to keep a felt-tip collection. These things are in tension.
Ellie started school in September. I had been told this would be a big day. I did not understand what big meant until we were standing at the gate.