One regret, that is all I have.
It’s not that I waited too long to become a mother. Putting it off; delaying; questioning.
It’s not that I waited too long to become a mother. Meaning I had to stop at 2 children when I would have liked more.
It’s that I waited too long to become a mother. And my children never got to meet my nana – a woman I adored and who would have adored my children too.
I regret that I denied her that joy by waiting.
And it’s the only thing I look back on that makes me cry.
* This is my nan pictured around 1994 in my first flat, doing what she loved to do: Clearing up, helping, polishing my Del Amitri poster (ahem).
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