We’re on our way today to retrieve our beloved daughter from her second term at university. Carenza’s term is much shorter than her brother at Bristol whom I will continue to miss for another three weeks. As my friend Jenny said of her own daughter, “For all the time they’re away, they might as well be signed up with the Open University as Oxbridge.”
But it hasn’t felt like a short time. I have been happy all week knowing we would get Carenza back this weekend. I have heard it said that when there is a baby in a room all eyes are drawn to its movements like a candle flame, or a fire in the hearth. I feel the same about my much older children. Having them back home will re-animate our now-quiet house.
Frankly, I have thought about getting a pet to replace them. I thought a cat might work, rewarding yet somewhat unreliable and with the potential to be moody. My offspring, if they are reading this, are expecting me now to say that a cat could never replace them, but actually, the main problem is I’m allergic to cats.
And I’m only teasing.
How could a cat ever replace them?
For a start, cats cannot wash up, or wield a hoover….