On Wednesdays I take my daughter to her swimming lesson, which is a 2-hour round trip for a 30 minute lesson plus shower, but she really enjoys it and it's one of the rare occasions on which I can catch up with some reading. This evening I had a good look at the Penland Book of Handmade Books (which I can thoroughly recommend if you're at all interested in book arts) for a little inspiration, and then I vegged-out on a silly comedy/romance/novel thing that has zero intellectual merit but I just needed some light relief!
We got back to dinner (almost) on the table and our usual banter, during which my stepson was heard to utter the phrase, "I'm a rabbit". Let's face it, we're not talking big ears and a fluffy tail here (so far as I know...) but I'm chosing to allow myself to think of his cute factor, or at least remember the days when he had one. Anyway, it all made me think how great it is that at last we can all talk together like adults, once daughter is in bed, and that we have fun together now in a way that wasn't possible when we/I were/was mired in the iniquities of an untidy bedroom and an unfocused approach to life. I feel very lucky in the way things have turned out, which is a nice feeling at the end of the day.
Just for clarification .. what was he alluding to when he said he was a rabbit?! I'm having trouble imagining him nibbling on lettuce or grass ... and cute is definitely a phase long since forgotten! The rabbits in my garden are simply a nuisance ... food for thought!
ReplyDeleteI have always enjoyed being around my daughter (well, except for a few months here and there during adoloescence). I must say that as an adult, she is even more fun. It's wonderful to relate to her as an adult. I think she's at the point where she can see the other side of life now.
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