That's what you say about little boys, isn't it? If they're lucky, they might grow up to be footballers. It's a social norm, an acceptable comment to pass on a baby. My frustration is not with the old lady. She is certainly not the first to have said it to Sam, and (I'm sure) won't be the last. My frustration is with the aspiration that lies behind it?
My roles have shifted unexpectedly and quite dramatically, but it is my responsibility to make the best of the situation in which the boys and I now find ourselves. It's a responsibility I intend to take very seriously.