Sometimes the smallest people amongst us are the wisest.
The youngest one here has been asking a lot of profound questions lately.
She is going through the "Y" phase.
She has also taken to collecting Y's.
We have a whole vinaigrette of Y's in the living room now.
They come from car parks, beaches, kindy…U name it.
There is always variety in the Ys. Once she found a whole family of Y's.
Sometimes the Y's are quite tricky. This is known as a hairy Y.
Lately she has been asking a lot of hairy Y's about me and my "bump" and where it has gone and how I will get a new one. Answering her Y's has been oddly comforting and calming. By making the answers simple and not scary, they become so for me too.
To be honest I've been asking a lot of Y's myself.
Y can't they give us the all clear?
Y am I going back for more?
Y am I so lucky?
Y are all the appliances breaking down?
Y did B1 chip his front teeth sky larking after being told only last week that they are the best ones in the family? Why did he do it this week?
Y do children find all this so much easier to cope with and understand and respond to than adults?
I have learnt to never dismiss a Y as irrelevant. They are all different and all important.
she never lose