You know that feeling, where you wake up and for a split second the world is as it has always been, and then it descends with a weight; the knowledge that something significant has ended and that life will never be the same again.
Last year I was convinced that Eldest Son was hormonal and that puberty had hit us age 12. He was bad tempered, moany, grumpy and uncooperative. Doors were slamming and little brother sometimes came off worse in a ‘play’ fight.
Then we had the summer holidays and I had a different son. He and his … Read more