I’ve been thinking about the joys that my daughter has in store for her in the coming months and years as her son grows and learns.
First up, I thought about the smell of a new born baby’s skin. It is an aroma which cannot be replicated by any other means. Next I thought about that overwhelming moment when you fall in love with your offspring. It can hit you like a truck, or it can sneak up on you and whack you over the head, but sure as God made little green apples, one day you realise that you would truly die for this little person.
I thought about the first smile, the first tooth, the first words and all of those ‘firsts’ about which the wonder never fades, whether it is your first child or the seventh.
There is one ‘first’ however, that never fails to crease me up. One day whilst walking along a peaceful, leafy path on our way to town, my eldest son looked up at me from his innocent three-year-old face and said, ‘Mummy, is Bollocks a naughty word?’ …