You may have guessed from my posts that there are some unusual goings on in my home. I never know how many will be here for dinner from one day to the next (there were 9 tonight) but there is plenty of laughter and loud conversation because everyone tries to outdo each other.
Tonight, however, there is a tent in my living room…and it’s not the first time!
The Princess had a friend sleep over tonight after much begging, sweet note-writing and promises of help. I would have let her anyway but I’m not going to forgo the attention, the love and the help. Currently the girls are sound asleep with all the essentials – sleeping bags, torch and boy-proof wishes.
The last time a tent was erected in my living room, it was a little like this… I was in labour with the now Master 6 and The Princess and Bieber were entrusted into the care of a close friend while we made our way to the hospital. Our friend didn’t even bat an eyelid when she walked quietly into our house at 4am to find the aforementioned babes sound sleep in a tent in the living room. She knew us well. The Princess and Bieber must have had a sense that something was going to happen. They begged Dad to put up the tent earlier, perhaps needing to feel secure. And there it was in all it’s glory – a big, red tent. The children had dragged in books, games, cuddly toys, torches and snacks. When Master 6 was old enough to understand, his older siblings would tell him that the night he was born they were camping.
I guess, seeing the tent in the living room tonight has been my gift. The girls have had a lot of fun but for me, seeing this big, blue domed thing in the middle of my living room has swept me back instantly. This is particularly significant with The Princess becoming a senior at Primary school and Bieber starting high school in 2012.
They’re growing up.