Seriously how on earth has this happened? It was only yesterday that I was changing their nappies and wiping their snotty little cute noses. I seriously thought I would be really cool or indifferent about reaching this milestone but it appears that I am neither.
I have reached ‘that’ milestone in my life and quite frankly I am amazed that I have managed to reach it without being locked up along the way. I have reached the point that I no longer have children but instead adults. The youngest has turned 18.
Its all quiet weird really. They are old enough to vote, fight for Queen and country and lots of other things I dont wont to dwell on. But I still find myself oddly astonished that the bath matt still never gets hung up or things dont get seen and done. You know those simple things like a dishwasher being empited or put on more than once a month or the rubbish being put out without the need of bunting, celebrational cake and champagne and followed by 364 days off afterwards because they put it out once.
But apart from all that, its going swimmingly.
They are of course both taller than me, richer than me and better at everything than me now.
So were treading water in this no mans land of adulthood but still at home. Part of me still wants to parent whilst another part of me is having an abolsute rave over the fact my job here is trchnically done. I want them to leave so that I can have space, an office. oh I need an office. but actually, i nevr want them to leave becuse I just spent 21 years teaching and nurchering and want to thto enjoy the fruit of my labours but not their hangovers – good grief dying swan act. You would think I was born old as they keep telling me I dont understand.
So in this transcending time of parenting but not childnre I turn to the gin and take solace in the fact that everyone is telling me is that you actualy never stop being a parent.