Today I took our son to see wrestling. It’s one of his favourite things.
When we’ve gone in the past, his mum would stay at home, she hated wrestling. We would return home to a bright and warm house, with mum peaking through the curtains waiting for us to return.
That was before the world changed.
Tonight as I drove into our drive, I glimpsed the perfect metaphor for my changed life.
To the side of me was my excited son, still talking about today’s action. In front of me was a cold and dark house, with no lights and no one waiting at the window.
The lights have gone out in my world but I’m driven by the desire to give my son the best possible childhood.
I’m off to bed to try and recharge the batteries. Then I start again tomorrow trying to be a decent mum/dad.