Growing up and letting go

A slightly sad milestone on Saturday, when I took Millie to a bowling party in London’s not-at-all-fashionable Bexleyheath.

She didn’t want to hold hands with me on the way to the bus stop.

It wasn’t a big deal, no fuss, she just said “No, thanks,” and we carried on chatting.

But I realised, despite all the cuddly toys still on her bed, she’s not a little child any more; she’s not as dependent on us, and never will be again.

Fortunately, both girls snuggled up with me on the sofa on Sunday to watch – of all things – the snooker!


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