My son is 7 now and it really doesn’t seem 2 minutes since he was born.  So much has happened in that time, good and bad, that the time has just flown by.

The weeks are a rat race of working, fetching him after school club, making and eating tea, bathtime and then bedtime.  Every night I’m asked if I can read a story which I know I should be doing but by this time I am so tired that I just want to make sure he’s asleep so I can crack on with chores or just flake out myself in front of the TV.

He’s normally fine about it, a little dissappointed but understanding at the same time -which always pulls at my heart strings. Although later on when I creep into his room to kiss him good night you can guarantee I’ll wish that I just spent 10 minutes reading to him - it’s not much of him to ask me is it?  I always seem to live in a guilty world of not spending the time with him that I should. Do other parents feel this way too?

Before I know it as time flies by - he’ll be leaving home and won’t even want be near him!  Just stop the clock for 10 minutes for a story - please?!!