Thursday 12 February 2026
And this is the month and this is the year that Smallboy turns 20!
Eek – how did that happen?
One moment I was careering through life with my ‘trio of teens‘, in a house full of exam angst, assorted friends, lots of Netflix and even more ironing! Then, in what now feels like the blink of an eye, my youngest child steps into his twenties and the teen-years are over.
As the momentous Birthday dawns however, it appears that for Smallboy at least, 20 is simply one year further on than 19. I give him a call and he excitedly tell me that my card made him ‘chuckle’, that he ‘loves‘ his gift of a Man U shirt, (because until Jim Radcliffe opened his big mouth, we were enjoying being ‘Reds‘ again.) He ‘loves’ the deposit of cash in his bank account even more. And, because my boy knows how to please his old mum, he tells me that, above all, he is really looking forward to my visit next week.
And I am looking forward to it too. I resolve to follow the lead of my youngest child, treat age as ‘just another number’ and to carry on enjoying the company of lovely adult children who are clever and kind, good hearted and good company. (And if I am ever wondering where my ‘trio of teens’ have gone, I need look no further than my blog where their antics are immortalised in my past posts!)
I fill a glass of wine, put up my feet and start to get excited about a fun city break next week.
Smashing Single Parenthood 