Last weekend after a whole heap of nagging and a few failed attempts, (‘The queues were too long, darling, I had to bring it all back’, ‘ARGH!’) we finally managed to get rid of the pram that has been cluttering up the back room for months – since the youngest moved to his buggy...just to give you an idea of the nagging time needed for a task of this level he is now a competent walker!!
So I threw the kettle over the side at the tip no problem and my partner heaved the moth ridden brown and gold rug breeding ground for the delicate gold coloured fluttering insects that caused the holes in all my woolly gloves, it feels good to watch it fall!
I opened the boot to pull out the pram as I have done thousands of times before. Thousands of times supermarket, park, ‘Tiny Teds’, library, school, Grandparents house, holidays, everywhere I’ve been, thousands of times– two babies four and a half years, but now that’s it.
I couldn’t do it, I felt overwhelming loss.
No more babies! The pram was knackered even if I were going to have another baby we’d need another pram you know one with a working brake at the very least....
The man at the tip, re-directed us from general waste to metal waste which at least made it feel a bit better. It could be re-cycled used for something else, turn up again in our lives.
Maybe as part of the aeroplane one of my boys might fly, or a stethoscope they might use to save a life, or as part of a new design for metal framed building they might invent.......only kidding I just want them to grow up happy, honest! !-)
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