The End Is Nigh
Tomorrow a new era begins in my household; my youngest child is starting full time school. In response to this milestone many kind hearted and clearly superior parents a few years down the road keep telling me how much I’ll miss my little darling and how hard it is to woefully lament the loss of those early childhood years. Sparkly eyed they talk about those lovely days of bonding; crafting home-baked cosiness, creating salt-dough Donatellos and finger paint Picassos and bending my ear with rose-tinted nostalgia. They say time is the ultimate healer, which I’m firmly inclined to believe given the ease these people can pluck beautiful memories from their pre-school wonder days. I, however, am still far too close to the sharp focus reality. It’s like me four years on telling pregnant people that “it really doesn’t hurt all that much” with regard to squeezing a wriggling squirming person out of your very small tight space down there. The reality is it hurts like he