The athlete aka the rugby coach aka my son is back home on a full time basis after an extended stay with his granny. He had been there to help in her time of need with pops being in the spinal injuries unit in Glasgow.
The Hospital visits are not over by a long way, however the early traumas and uncertainties are behind us for the moment. No doubt new worries will replace them in the future but we will cross those bridges as they come.
So with his job done for the moment and perhaps a change of scenery required it all led to the one outcome-Cue the return of the athlete aka the son to his own stomping ground and straight back into his old routines.......well not quite.
The wee one has had the chance to become the number one child, the oldest kid in the house, aye okay the only kid in the house but to her that was not important, what was important was her competition was nowhere to be seen, the wee one in his absence slickly moved into the vacuum that he left when he went on his mission of mercy.
At one point she even had designs on his room as it is a good bit bigger than hers with that vital extra toy space and a wardrobe that would hold at least twice as many clothes as hers, this in turn would mean some new clothes would be required to fill it, in her eyes anyway, and as if to put the cream on the top, there is a swivelling recliner chair...how much fun can a wee one handle with temptations like that right in front of her.
The telly had also became the wee ones, by the fact she had no competition for it during the day or at the weekends, when there are some fine cartoons to be viewed, aye even some Disney films where once the rugby or any sport for that matter would have been top choice!!
The wee one has long since had the ASBO gardener pretty much wrapped around her little finger and too a large extent has his full attention to herself, with very few interruptions to get in the way of her plans and games, however she now commanded that last five percent of his time, time that the athlete aka my son would normally take up listening to the stories that are regularly recited by the ASBO gardener aka papa, to all who have the time or indeed the will to listen to!!
The fridge over the last couple of months has filled up with her favourite bits and bobs and the cereal cupboard had been transformed from muesli and other adult breakfast cereals to kids cereals like coca anything!
In the bureau, in the sitting room, where the athlete aka my son kept his bits and bobs, or as he liked to call it his man drawer, has also been transformed, and is now a fully fledged wee ones drawer, occupied by hair clasps and bobbles with a few other wee girlie accessories.
Aye the grass never stopped growing in his absence and he now has a power struggle on his hands if he has any desires to be number one kid of the house again. A power struggle that he is in no way assured of winning as the wee one is enjoying her new found status!!
However perhaps just like the grass never stopped growing in his absence neither did he as he took on several roles to make his grannies life that wee bit easier, no longer can he really be classed as a child, after acting with a great deal of dignity and maturity over the last couple of months in the face of adversity, so now seems as good as anytime for him to step into the world of adult hood and relinquish his throne as the number one kid to the wee one.
By doing this he again would be showing his maturity but better than that it allows him to save face, before he tries to pour a bowl of coco anything in the morning.
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