Sunday, 8 March 2015

I Love You

I am not always affirming with my children. I assume my love shows in my painstaking plucking of burnt bits off the suppers I cook them and in the hours I spend hanging round in New Look.

Maybe, though, this is not enough.

'Do you luuurve me?' asks the 10-year-old on the walk home from school.
'You know the answer to that,' I say absently.

He ponders.

'If I was a bench would you love me?'
'Eh?'
'If I was a gas pipe and you were a gutter would you love me?'
'Um…'
'If you were a washing line and I was clothes would you dry me?'
'I…'
'If I was a sign post and you were a lamp would you light me?'
'Well, I….'
'If I was a bin and you were a recycling bin would you sit with me.'
'How long can you keep this up?'
'If I was a lavatory and you were a p….'
'YES!' I interject hastily. 'I LOVE you!'

9 comments:

  1. Your 10-year-old is an absolute delight.

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  2. What's not to love - I LOVE an active imagination.

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    1. Oh, he is entirely lovable. It's just I probably don't tell him enough.

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  3. I really enjoy your posts - they always make me laugh.

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  4. Lovely post! I don't remember being told by my parents that they loved me, were not very openly loving. As a result try to remind my boys constantly that I love them and have cuddles everyday. It's the first and last thing they hear everyday :)

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    1. My family was never very touchy feely, verbally or physically so I'm not particularly. But I never doubted my parents loved me.

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  5. Lovely post! I don't remember being told by my parents that they loved me, were not very openly loving. As a result try to remind my boys constantly that I love them and have cuddles everyday. It's the first and last thing they hear everyday :)

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