It’s the first night in our holiday cottage, the drive up to Scotland the previous night had gone well if you ignore the fact the kids stayed awake for the first 100 miles and we were just doing our normal bedtime routine.

All going well so far, Matilda and Henry are knackered after a long day and all the excitement of a new house. We read stories together and then I took Matilda through to her room and give her a cuddle. Just as I’m putting her into her cot she utters the question for the first time.

Where’s my home gone?

I’m a little stumped, it’s obvious isn’t it? It’s where it’s always is and we’re just here on holiday. But apparently not in the mind of a toddler. I never considered that she wouldn’t ‘get’ the concept of holiday and then as I tried to explain what it is I could hear myself talking and knew it wasn’t making sense to her.

I reassured her that we would definitely be going back to her little house again, (and her garden and her cot and her high chair). But there was no way this was the end of it.

And so we had to answer that question at least once a day, each time the same worry in her voice. We offered to to send postcards home to her house and also our neighbours who are watching the house for us. This seemed to make her happier, that someone was watching it and we could send post to it.

She’s such a funny little thing, such a home girl, loves all her own things and makes sure we take them with us. She’s at her most happiest at home, playing in the garden with her pushchair and collection of bags. I love that she will happily sit and play by herself, really not needing prompting but it does also make it hard when we want to do trips out.

Anyone else have a toddler like this? Are we destined to carry a blanket and bunny everywhere we go for the next  5 years?

Matilda reading