I do wonder if being mother to an 11 -year old is the trickiest job in the world. More complicated than, say, being President of the the United States of America.
With babies and toddlers it seems easy: yes, no, eat, sleep, play.
But with tweens everything is about trying to steer them towards their teenage years happily. I think I need an advice book. Jack is not naughty, far from it, most of the time he's very kind and considerate and helpful. Sometimes though I do wonder what happened on the planet Zog where he was king aged five. I think another five year-old has taken his place there now, and he has landed back on earth.
Those years of playful innocence seem to have zoomed far into the past. Now I'm busy designing and building a bridge to help him safely cross the water to his young adult years.
I could do with someone to pass me the hammer, the nails, and the wood.