In the supermarket checkout queue I seem to attract the weird and not quite so wonderful. Worryingly though it’s actually not confined to just the supermarket. Anywhere, anytime, if I stop still I can guarantee someone starts talking to me. I have checked I have no tattoos on my forehead along the lines of ‘talk to me I am lonely’. I have even tried scowling to deter there approach but that didn’t work as I dissolved into a fit of giggles. I use to think it only happened when I had my son with me as he has bright red hair which has the magic powers of drawing every granny in the area to him.
After one incident at the train station when my daughter was with me, I tried convincing her and me it must be because I look approachable. I don’t think she was impressed and her tone of her grunt suggested differently.
This week’s incident has left me pondering. As I carelessly wondered into the children’s section in the library I was pounced on by a Granny. She embarked enthusiastically on a conversation about her grandchildren all of various ages. She was obviously very proud of them as she reflected on the delights of each age and asked me what my favourite age of children was.
So pretend with me for a moment that we have just received the latest time freeze machine. All shiny and new and instructions read, what age would you zap your children?
For me the small baby stage is a tempting choice as they were so small and cuddly. They stayed where I put them but did render me a walking zombie.
Then there was that very cute age when they just learnt to toddle and babble. Cute actions and sounds which mesmerized and made me laugh even though i was physically and mentally tired. They no longer stayed put and translating gobbly gook was second nature.
The stage just before they started school was a time of fascination for them as they discovered books and writing. Gobbly gook made way for why this, why that and more whys. Tiredness was less important as solid sleep patterns where formed as quickly as my patience waned. Starting school age was a time for much needed space for both them and me. Cuddles became more precious and there teacher knew everything.
Mine are now advancing through secondary school with conversations coming close to intellectual. Friendships are being formed as sleepovers and trips to town take them out of the house and talking to a brick wall is now a daily feeling for me. They have learnt to make me a decent cup of coffee (Someone else making you a cup of coffee is seriously underrated bliss) which is served with grunts and tuts as attitudes blossom with their hormones.
So for me my time freeze machine remains all shiny and new as to me all the ages are brilliant with only a small hint of horribleness. What age is your time freeze machine set too?