A well known supermarket, standing at the nappies.
I look up and down the aisle, but i can't find her nappies.
Brand - yes. Active Fit - yes. Size 6 - no.
We need nappies; we've all run out!
Size 6 - yes. Baby-Dry.
And the tears well at the corners of my eyes.
My Eilidh is 3, active and headstrong and independent.
She isn't a baby anymore, even though she can do so little for herself.
I'm struggling to accept this: the realisation that SMA has taken her toddling years.
I don't want to buy Baby-Dry... I want Active Fit! And I want them now....
I want Eilidh to be active!
Do you hear me, pampers? It's not your fault, but
I want her to be active!
I walk away, a little moment of sadness, of pain, of realisation, of acceptance.
And it's gone; time to move on.
Now, where are the fizzy cola bottles...