Lucky

When I nipped into Planet Organic today to pick up a healthy snackette for Erbie I was reminded again of how lucky I am to be at home with my boy. The girl behind the cash register had a name tag that said Svetlana and smiled at Erbie asking how many words he had. When I started to reel off the numerous vehicular ramblings of my son she looked taken aback and said her boy was the same age and didn’t say anything yet.

‘I expect he will come out with full sentences all at once’ I proffered encouragingly.

I left feeling rather sad for Svetlana sat behind a cash desk in Planet Organic whilst her little boy was somewhere else, with someone else. I kissed Erbie hard on the cheek and took in a deep, fragrant nose full of his baby headed essence. I didn’t feel smug, I felt lucky. Lucky The GR wasn’t materialistic or going through too much of a midlife crisis, lucky that I was able to do a bit of work at home and still look after Erbie full time, lucky that we were about to get out first foot on the property ladder even though we are in our 40s!