Later today I am taking my eldest to Heathrow on the start of her travels around the Far East. She’s not going for long and although back packing round parts of Asia on her own, I am naturally apprehensive but pleased that she is exploring the world.
If only babies came out with a manual instead of a placenta I feel the whole parenting issue would be much easier. Like bringing home a new car I would at least be able to turn to the back of the book for the comfort of reaching the long term maintenance section safe in the knowledge that by following and completing all the previous chapters, nothing would go wrong.
When I bought my baby home nearly 23 years ago her perfect bodywork was appropriately admired and cooed over. I would like to take credit for her sleek and attractive appearance but I know she was designed by an expert on a much higher plane than me. During her formative years we’ve had a few hiccups with her performance but nothing that couldn’t be sorted with a quick inspection, wipe down and plaster over the cracks.
In later life we’ve have had coughs and splutters when she refused to start up in the mornings but I’ve learned that once this baby gets running she can go all night with clean spark plugs and the right fuel. I’ve endeavored to make sure that she’s had regular MOT’s and that all the necessary documents are in place to prove that her system is at its best for smooth running.
Yes, we’ve had to slam the brakes on a few times in emergency stops during teenage years to ensure that she didn’t career into any blind bends or unforeseen hazards but that’s was all part and parcel of sharing our lives with such a beloved creature.
I know I don’t have a leg to stand on. At her age I was travelling the world as a cabin crew for BA, experiencing the bars of Bangkok and beaches of Barbados. Wasn’t this why I nurtured her with love and care all these years – to make her an independant, free spirit able to purr down life’s roads, seeking out twists and turns to keep her challenged but with minimal pit stops?
I know many of you have already passed your competence test and have your models out there smoothly purring through life and I am lucky, I still have two more models nestling at home waiting to pass out of the drive.
I just wish whilst she is traveling that I could give her a fully paid up membership to the AA so that I would be secure in the knowledge that any breakdowns would be swiftly dealt with. All I can ask of you if you come across my pride and joy, perhaps run out of fuel or not sure which direction to take, please take pity, tow her into the nearest bar and fill her up with the golden liquid and then send her on her way.
Wish me luck for the departure gate.
Teresa x
If only babies came out with a manual instead of a placenta I feel the whole parenting issue would be much easier. Like bringing home a new car I would at least be able to turn to the back of the book for the comfort of reaching the long term maintenance section safe in the knowledge that by following and completing all the previous chapters, nothing would go wrong.
When I bought my baby home nearly 23 years ago her perfect bodywork was appropriately admired and cooed over. I would like to take credit for her sleek and attractive appearance but I know she was designed by an expert on a much higher plane than me. During her formative years we’ve had a few hiccups with her performance but nothing that couldn’t be sorted with a quick inspection, wipe down and plaster over the cracks.
In later life we’ve have had coughs and splutters when she refused to start up in the mornings but I’ve learned that once this baby gets running she can go all night with clean spark plugs and the right fuel. I’ve endeavored to make sure that she’s had regular MOT’s and that all the necessary documents are in place to prove that her system is at its best for smooth running.
Yes, we’ve had to slam the brakes on a few times in emergency stops during teenage years to ensure that she didn’t career into any blind bends or unforeseen hazards but that’s was all part and parcel of sharing our lives with such a beloved creature.
I know I don’t have a leg to stand on. At her age I was travelling the world as a cabin crew for BA, experiencing the bars of Bangkok and beaches of Barbados. Wasn’t this why I nurtured her with love and care all these years – to make her an independant, free spirit able to purr down life’s roads, seeking out twists and turns to keep her challenged but with minimal pit stops?
I know many of you have already passed your competence test and have your models out there smoothly purring through life and I am lucky, I still have two more models nestling at home waiting to pass out of the drive.
I just wish whilst she is traveling that I could give her a fully paid up membership to the AA so that I would be secure in the knowledge that any breakdowns would be swiftly dealt with. All I can ask of you if you come across my pride and joy, perhaps run out of fuel or not sure which direction to take, please take pity, tow her into the nearest bar and fill her up with the golden liquid and then send her on her way.
Wish me luck for the departure gate.
Teresa x
