Notes from an almost-empty-nester
Let me begin with a cliche – each child, each parent and each parenting journey is unique. No parent truly knows what another one is going through.
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This was going to be a heart-baring angsty post. I was halfway through when during a pause, I heard H and N in deep discussion.
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I finish lunch and head to the kitchen only to find that H has left his plate and bowl unwashed in the sink. Again.
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5am.
I wake up to the clang of a plate falling and being hurriedly retrieved. It’s H, I know.
‘Clumsy as ever,’ I murmur to myself as I mentally shake my head and turn over with a sigh. Part of me wonders vaguely if I should get up and check the damage but then sleep claims me.
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Once, at a Litfest, my friend and I were attending a session and the speaker asked the audience, ‘How many of you are writers?’ My friend had just signed a contract for her very first book and her hand shot up almost on its own.
I however, found myself hesitating. ‘Am I writer?’ A journalist, yes. An editor, yes. But a writer?
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