At the weekend I found a diary that I kept for around 18 months in the late 90s. It details a relationship or two, a job or two, my state of mind, and most particularly, at least to my state of mind tonight, it details the evening when I called my parents’ house to find out how Katrin did in her GCSEs and was told that she did fine and was also pregnant.
I remember very clearly asking her what she wanted me to say, she said ‘Congratulations’ and that’s what I said and thought. Although I think I did ask that she let me sit down before this sort of news in the future. Many other members of the family took longer to come around to the idea, but that was between them and Katrin and very much in the past now.
In shades of that situation a member of my extended family is now pregnant at a similarly young age, and various parts of my extended family are finding the situation very difficult. Me, I’m just struggling to hear myself think through the echoes.
Closer to home or at least the present, Big is doing very well in her piano lessons, Small is racing ahead with the whole reading and writing idea – he is the poster child for Montessori atm, if we ignore the fact that he is usually utterly reluctant to do any of the presentations and indeed has not successfully learnt his sandpaper letters yet 😉 Oh, and I’ve done a third of assignment two, plus 22 of the 60some questions of the second part, and I’m sitting next to the file I need for the third part. Though I’m not sure I can be bothered to open it.
Last night was a staff and parents social evening, so I was up ludicrously late, so tonight I’m not going to be. Though I suspect I may find it difficult to get to sleep somehow. Those echoes.