Life as a parent is a series of transitions isn’t it? Probably all life is. I was thinking this yesterday as Mrs F was cuddling our new great nephew, a tiny little bundle of new life who simply slept and eat in the few hours we visited.
First will be the transition from that to a cheeky little toddler. Then before you know it we’ll see pictures of him in school uniform. Then will come adolescence and the teenage years, the forging his own life and then maybe kids of his own. All the while his parents running to catch up with being his Mum and Dad.
It is a cycle repeated again and again and again.
I don’t know when Mrs F and I will go through the becoming grandparents stage, assuming we do of course. One thing is sure son-of-Furtheron has moved out for good (despite the ton of his stuff still in our house!) and Daughter-of-Furtheron will be at uni this time next year hopefully. Another transition for us to get through. Then what? Downsizing the house probably on need for the family home then what? Time will tell.