A winning example

Posted by Katy Regan at 15:50 on 28 Apr 2009

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I went home at the weekend for my grand-parents' Diamond Wedding Anniversary celebrations. Sixty years together! That's practically a lifetime. Here's a picture of our family - (Diamond-Tiara wearer is my Nanna, needless to say...)  They got a telegram from the Queen and everything, (I was slightly disturbed when Fergus saw the picture of her and said, “Mummy, who's that?” He said the same thing about Jesus when we saw a picture of him in a church, recently. Clearly I am failing him on all fronts…)

Anyway, the anniversary celebrations reminded me, once more how ridiculously lucky to have my grand-parents at all - three of them are still going strong - probably because in our family everybody has children in their teens -  At 29, I was positively geriatric.

I've been thinking a lot lately about the reality - now I am the grand old age of 35 - of never having another child. I don't know what I think, really. Life has turned out to be so different to what I expected. All my friends are on their second baby, married, getting on with family life and I am still a single mum having had a child with my best friend - who'd have believed it?

Fergus has started to ask the inevitable question: “Will I ever have a brother or a sister? It's so boring with just a mum and dad!”   Poor love. I look at mums with their babies in cafes and I wonder, could I, would I, go through that turmoil of a time again? And yet, never having a baby in a 'normal' relationship also fills me with sadness. The thing is though, I am beginning to wonder, maybe if Egg and I had never had that happy accident, would I have been left with no baby at all? That, of course, is an even more depressing thought and I count my blessings every day, that I have a son at all.

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