It’s freezing and we only last about half an hour max. Whoever said that children don’t feel the cold clearly hasn’t met my children. My genes are strong and after half an hour their little hands are frozen, their noses are beginning to run and they’re going into cold comas so we retreat in search of hot chocolate.
I find it hard not to feel a little twinge of sadness when I watch them play together outside. I try not to think often about what my children’s lives would be like if we lived in my hometown, Sydney. What’s the point? It would just be a guess really and I’m happy with my life in the UK. Sometimes though when I see them together enjoying just being outside and roaming free I can’t help but let the sadness filter through.
I can’t help but fantasise that they would have a better relationship as brother and sister because they’d have so much space and would spend so much of their lives frolicking on the beach under a perfect blue sky.
That’s the fantasy of course. Who knows what the reality would be. For now our reality is this and I really do appreciate the moments we get to spend outdoors together. If there are a few rays of sun then all the better. Winter can be beautiful here…and there are occasionally even perfect blue skies.
Joining in with the #siblingsproject.