“Mummy! Mummy”
I become groggily awake, and look at the clock. 6.38am. Okay, that’s a fair enough time to get up.
“Mummy! Mummy!”
“KEIRA – I’m coming. Give me a ‘sec.”
I throw a robe on, and stumble out into the hallway, where I meet a similarly groggy child, rubbing her eyes.
“Mummy! Mummy!”
The call was not hers; it was my son, in his cot.
He can speak almost as well as his sister, and he’s 22 months younger. I’d mistaken his cries, for hers.
He is losing all his ‘baby’.
For a moment, that made me indescribably sad. I think I even sagged against the wall.
“Come on, mum. Let’s get Riley,” said Keira as she took my hand.
And so we did. My babies; my kids.
It’s going too fast.
Edited to add: Happy Thanksgiving weekend to all my friends who are celebrating it!
