Monday, January 30, 2012

Oh, pampers to you...

once again, it's the simplest of things that can bring a tear to the eye...

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...


Midlife Singlemum said...

There must be so many of these moments in your day. Hugs xxx

Looking for Blue Sky said...

It happens so fast doesn't it ? ((hugs))