Sunday 6 December 2009

Role Reversal


The day has arrived
when my son
cuts up a apple
and gives me a piece.

It's official - I'm old.

I am thinking of running away
and living a dissolute life
while I can.

15 comments:

  1. Run. Run fast and run hard!

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  2. Ah, but if you run, who will cut up those apples for you? The time for dissolution has passed, best to laze around and eat apples sliced with love :)

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  3. For some reason, when you wrote "I am thinking of running away" I expected "and joining the circus" to follow.

    And it seemed like an interesting option.

    Just a thought!

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  4. Aww! It is nice though. I hate it when they go and grow up on us!

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  5. No!
    You're old when he peels the apple and mashes it for you to eat.

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  6. Having been dragged out of bed before 7am on a Sunday to provide a breakfast involving cut-up apple, I say stop your moaning.

    And if I could quote an email you sent me months ago, "Cut up apple? Only suitable for floating in Red Bull."

    Are you all buzzing Chez Magpie?

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  7. I always told mine that when they grew taller than me then they would have to start looking after me instead of vice versa. I am still waiting ...

    Pomona x

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  8. Blackbird beat me to putting my thoughts on the subject........

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  9. No, it just means you've trained him well! And please don't run away. I'd miss you... K x

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  10. After what bb said, how can I not be gagging? And I can't think of anything serious anymore.
    Paola

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  11. Tell you what, I'll send Tall Small over and she can show him how to make bread and chocolate spread for your breakfast tomorrow too.

    At least he cored it!

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  12. you know it's been a long weekend when you have to use a dictionary before you can leave a comment xxx

    was it an English apple?

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  13. Oh no, you are not old. You are merely old enough to have a son who can cut a slice of apple for you! (And long ago, back when you were still not old, he was already old enough to cut a piece of apple for you...)
    N.

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  14. I remember walking in the dark of a Christmas time evening through a town with my son then aged about 16.
    I suddenly realised that it felt different and the difference was this : if there had been any kind of trouble, instead of me as mum protecting son, it would have been him as son protecting mum.
    It was an odd moment that I cherish.

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