“You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth” Kahlil Gibran
It’s surreal trying to remember life before two, because their bond is almost tangible. When we collect Pixie from preschool, Elfin looks for and turns towards the sound of her voice, like a flower to the sun. It’s the best thing I’ve ever done, and a privilege watching their mutual adoration blossom.
As I write, they’re both sleeping, so I’m obviously romanticising what is actually very hard. But you know how it is:
The reality is that the intensity of our love is magnified to the power of ten when our babies sleep.
Elfin has been struggling again, I’m sure she’s reacting to something, so this moment is all the more precious because – albeit briefly – she’s smiling.