Today’s tinylife blog is about notsotiny wellies…
As it’s February, we knew we’d need the wellies.
‘I haven’t put them in a bag,’ said Mr HB. I grabbed one of several favourite bags from the thousand available, but the wellies didn’t fit into it. My eldest is in the grown up sizes now.
He’s started at 1 again for the last time.
The last time you can fit the wellies into the nice Bookbug bag didn’t seem that poignant. There was, however, an internal downwards feeling. As a parent, I want to enjoy each life stage as it comes. My babies just grow, ever upwards, without a thought about how I might feel about it.
Then I remembered.
The feet within those wellies can walk further and for longer.
More space, more beauty, more air.
We climb to the top of the hills, and right through the forest.