Roles change for sure. We’ve progressed with two from regular school holiday and emergency child care to occasional taxi. Now teenagers they have busy and frankly pressurised lives with divorced parents living in different counties. While we see them much less regularly when we do it feels meaningful as they chat opensly and constantly about their lives and we know care about us.
The young one has maternal family who share childcare, there’s an excellent rota with Aunts and other much younger grandparents. We often slept over and cared for him pre-school and do a very occasional few hours now plus the odd sleepover here. There can feel an element of over-care for us in that the 45-60 minute drive for a school run or pick up is viewed my his parents as being unreasonable. They aren’t wrong in a way, it would just be good to be asked if we agree. To be fair often we would!
Overall we’re happy enough with the transitions, roles have changed for sure, we had magical, special time with them all when they were younger. Time we all moved on as we must. We’re having a long and undoubtedly chaotic weekend all together later in the year, it will be expected we do the things they do. Will we? Can we? No idea but the expectation feels positive.
You know now and again I realise I don’t mind not having to spend ages clearing up after a manic craft session with two competitive and very messy girls or worry in case a little one experimenting with baby led weaning choked. This phase isn’t so bad.
I hope the new PM is kind to Larry the Cat
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