rock-a-bye baby....

Tonight as i get ready to go out to work, i am struck by how easy life was when i was small. And yes, before i go on, that rather fabulous looking infant in blue, is infact me. I used to think it was tim, but i've been corrected! (i wish they'd left me in the dark..).

When we were small, by which i mean at least under five, there was nothing that someone couldnt put a plaster on and cuddle away. When i've voiced these occasional yearnings to return to pre-school age in the past, people have always given me lectures on the wonders of independence, "adult" life, and belittled those days when the loss of a favourite blanket was just about the worst thing that could happen to you. And i suppose they are right - there ARE things about being a grown-up (hang on, who am i kidding, i'm still fiercely hanging onto my teenage status for another month) that way out-do being a toddler. But today at church, i felt like i was breaking my heart, and just wanted to be held by someone. You know when people hold tiny screaming children and do that funny slowly-moving-from-one-foot-to-the-other dance while saying meaningless comforting phrases like "it's alright, it's alright, don't cry,don't cry"? well that's what i wanted today.