Crossing over..

At lunch yesterday afternoon, my colleagues and I were discussing the trials and tribulations of being parents. One of the ladies just sat and listened, and when we walked out of the canteen, she said: "I'm still perfect in my little boys eyes...." (Her son is 3). I smiled and thought that at least in one of my son's minds, I too was still perfect.


It's such a cosy feeling. I felt secure in this knowledge. You don't really know when you cross over from being perfect to being a parent, do you? I just woke up one day to realise that two of my sons knew that although I can give them advice, it's not to say it's the right advice. I can try to help them out with their homework and projects, but it's not to say that what I do is always correct. I think it's easier not knowing when you cross over. It's softer on the soul.

I say that because I can compare now. Last night at precisely 18h54 I crossed over in my last son's mind. And it hurts.