I don’t know if I’ve mentioned before that the hubster is obsessed with taking part in the Saturday morning Park Run initiative – a weekly event offering runners of all abilities the chance to get together and push themselves to a personal best over a 5K course. The runs take place in numerous parks around the UK, and the hubster’s latest favourite is Alice Holt Forest in Hampshire which is actually quite nice for the rest of us as Alice Holt is a lovely place to take children.
For the first time in a very long time I listened to the hubster on the phone to his nine year old daughter last week, looking cheerful, sounding positive and actually arranging for her to come and spend some time with us over the weekend.
I’m not going to lie, in the past I have anticipated her visits with a mixture of reluctance and dread. The fact of the matter is that when JJ was born things really changed for all of us and her behaviour and attitude around us became a little bit stroppy, moody and miserable. As JJ got older and began hitting his milestones she would do everything in her power to put obstacles in his way or make him cry (I clearly remember her moving objects further and further from his reach as he was just learning to crawl which might sound like healthy encouragement, but actually I think you’re meant to let the baby reach their goal once in a while!).