Are you a working parent like me? Then you will know that I don't have time to write this piece. And you really don't have time to read this piece. Seriously, go away and do something on your endless mental or written list of things-to-do. Still here? Ok, let's peer in to what your daily life might look like...
As a child I was told I could never have pets... My dad, from Ghana, said he'd eat them. Fair play. Still don't know if he was joking or not. So now I'm faced with the dilemma of whether or not to join the 13million households in the UK with a pet, after my tot has fallen in love with his Grandmother's cat.
If you are anything like me you would have grown up idolising your footballing hero's, my first was Kerry Dixon, then Glenn Hoddle, Paul Gascoigne and Gary Lineker. To have met any of those at a young age would have felt no less like meeting a God... The simple pleasure received from meeting someone you really look up to is something you don't actually ever forget.The Sports Connection Foundation asked me if I would accompany a young lad, Tomas Mayer, who has (DMD) Duchene Muscular Dystrophy and is confined to a wheelchair for the rest of his short life. Having DMD means all his body and organs are basically shutting down.
Does it bother me that my daughter doesn't join in when the other little girls are playing house? Not for a second. She's over with the boys, running faster and jumping higher than she ever would with Cinderella slippers on. In any case, she'll always be a princess in my eyes. A tangled-haired, grubby-faced, puddle-stomping, world-conquering princess.
It's the age old question that parents have to face up to every year: will my kid(s) have enough presents to open on Christmas Day. How much is enough we ponder? And will they like them? We try to get that balance right between fun toys and educational toys. As the cash registers tick over we will be tempted to throw caution to the wind heading home with bags full of goodies.