I’m sat here in a hotel room in Barcelona, sounds exotic I know but really it’s not. I got up almost 20 hours ago and have been on 2 planes since then, oh and I have a view from my hotel room that consists of a brick wall 2m away. Living the dream.
But that’s not the point of this post, I’ve been catching up on my much neglected blog reading and have just read this awesome post about kissing your children by Eliza. It’s a post I can completely relate too, I’m not in general a touchy feely person, it doesn’t come naturally too me. But with Matilda and Henry it’s different.
For them there is never enough kisses.
It helps that kissing makes Henry laugh and Matilda try to squirm away. But I spend all day giving them a kiss and telling them I love them. They may be too young to quite understand yet, but I want them to know anyway. I want them to know that I think they’re amazing, that they make me proud and I’ll always be there for them.
I want them to feel safe.
But it’s more than that. I ALWAYS kiss them and the lady of the manor and tell them that I love them when I leave for work in the morning. Just like Sheldon has to knock on a door 3 times, I have to do this before leaving. When on a business trip like this I always text the lady of the manor before I take off to tell her that I love her.
And do you know why? In case it’s the last time. Morbid maybe, but important to me.
I want that message to be the last thing I say to them if it’s the last time I leave. I have no doubt that I will continue doing it even when they’re big and grown up too. A parent never stops worrying right?