All around me parents play with their children, pushing them on swings or helping them master the climbing frame and whether in imagining it or not, I feel them staring at me.
Look at her, she's young, she's relatively fit. Why is she sat there staring at her phone whilst the dad does all the work? How lazy! How uninterested in her kids! How selfish!
And there it is again, that old friend of mine, guilt. It comes in many forms and for many reason but it's there daily, and sometimes constantly. Especially when I hear the children begging me to play with them and get off the sofa. I try my best but after five minutes of playing 'ninjago' with J (a very vigorous activity where you spin and knock into each other) or an assault course with them both, and I am ready for bed. Making food for them in tiring enough and yesterday my hand ached after pushing H on the swing for five minutes. Seriously. Is this all there is?
I try and remain positive but there are days when I wonder if this will be it forever now. Constantly missing out. Constantly saying 'one day' 'one minute' 'one second' - will those moments ever come? Or will I be constantly uncomfortably and guiltily sat on the sidelines?
