All the small things in The C Word
- Dec. 17, 2021, 4:06 p.m.
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Who do you talk to about all the little things that are entirely insignificant? I know for most people it would be a partner but I’ve spent so much time on my own, or with a partner who didn’t care, that for me it’s always been my mum.
My best friend is pregnant, she’s found out today she’s having a little girl. We’ve all been heavily invested as they’ve been trying for some years, had a failed round of ivf earlier this year, and have fallen pregnant with no intervention against all odds. Of course I’ll tell my mum tomorrow but she’ll never meet the baby. It’s the kind of thing I’d have usually immediately text her about but she’s not been using her phone.
And on the other hand, I did my ironing tonight. We’d always message when we reached the bottom of the ironing basket, silly as it sounds. Celebrating the small victories. It’s her fault I iron my clothes at all, she always ironed our clothes. Even when I lived at home and was an adult, I’d tell her I’d iron my work uniform in the morning before work and I’d come down to find it hanging ready for me.
I suppose these little things are the little acts of love that parents do for their children. She used to sneak my scarves out of the cloakroom when I was working to wash and dry them, and the next time I put it on it would smell fresh, and like home.
Don’t get me wrong, my dad does them too, he’ll put petrol in my car if he ever borrows it, and he’s wonderful with V, he’ll try any little DIY things around and about the place if I’ve ever mentioned something needs doing. But he couldn’t care less about my empty washing basket!
I need tea. ⋅ December 22, 2021
Xxxx