09/06/2026
Today you ran out the door in your pyjamas to try and catch a cloud.
It lasted all of thirty seconds, but I thought about it for the rest of the day.
How beautiful childhood is.
How children can find wonder in things we’ve stopped noticing. How a cloud can still feel close enough to touch.
And how hard it is, as parents, to protect that.
To make space for boredom, imagination, nature and wonder amongst the overscheduling, overstimulation, overthinking and overconsumption. The constant pressure to do more, buy more, be more.
Sometimes the most magical moments happen when we do less.
And then I thought about something else.
I think we’ve entered what some parents call the golden years.
That stretch of childhood where they’re old enough to be independent, funny, thoughtful and genuinely great company. But you’re still their favourite person.
They still want to tell you every thought that crosses their mind. They still reach for your hand. They still invite you into their world.
One day you’ll stop trying to catch clouds.
You’ll have friends to see, places to be, and a whole world that feels bigger than us.
But for now, we’re still the centre of your universe. And I wish I could pause here just for a little while…
