Parents, it’s time to introduce your child to the blank slate of boredom: languid days without plans, the sweet simplicity of a logged-off life
When your child turns 18, graduates school and becomes an adult, you momentarily feel the finality of their childhood. Cue: tears.
Endings bring memories to the fore and, rather than reflect on the big celebrations and milestones, I find myself capturing glimpses of the most ordinary days accompanied by a visceral longing for what was: his curious face in the rear-view mirror as I drove, a small hand tugging on my skirt, the lull of his sleepy body curled into mine. Early parenthood is rooted in the monotonous and the domestic but there is an undeniable comfort in the humdrum of home life.