In the past few months, we have been given some beautiful pottery mugs. The sort of pottery that you don't put in a dishwasher. That you have to wash by hand. A task that you pass at great peril to young children - so you don't.
These kind gift-givers must sense that we are emerging from the intensive child-rearing years. Activities become optional(swimming lessons vs. diaper-changing for example); some tasks (setting the table, sorting laundry) can be delegated; and children can take care of themselves in various ways (less parental gallops to the loo, for example).
They must be right, those gift givers. So right that M is signing up for tennis and I am searching for a choir to join.
2 comments:
What tennis is Mike going to do? Indoors this winter?
A choir? Really! That's great!
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