Summer

I’ve been thinking of the things The Child can claim to have done this summer.  Even though we’re only two weeks in she has done a fair bit.  She’s practised her reading and writing a bit more.  She’s been to two parties.  And she’s had her first sleepover.  This last thing still makes me feel a bit funny.  She’s stayed at my parents’ many times, but this was different.  She’s growing up.  Fast.  It’s actually scaring me a little.  And never have I felt so lost on an evening before.  It was strange having no child to check up on.  When she’s stayed at my parents’, I’ve always had a night out or something to occupy me.  Not this time.  And even though she was only staying with her friends next door, it felt so strange.  It’s nice to know that there is some maternal feeling in there somewhere though.

She’s also been to Whitby and Pickering, to the abbey and the castle.  We’re thinking Scarborough castle next week if the weather permits.  She likes running around old ruins.  I used to like running around old ruins.  Now I’m boring and am more interested in the history of the old ruins.  I’m hoping we manage to keep as busy throughout the rest of summer.  Only four more weeks to go though.  Not long.  I hope the ideas don’t dry up completely.  In some respects I am very imaginative.  However, when it comes to keeping The Child amused I usually find myself drawing blanks.  Hmm.