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tooth fairy marks the start of a new year and the end of... stuff

The tooth fairy arrived last week. She deposited some cash under the pillow in exchange for my son's first pearly-white tooth. Gary was thrilled. I was emotional.

Why? Well, I was just so glad to witness the tooth falling out. There are so many firsts I've missed out on. I missed his first word. It was 'no'. My mother proudly told me that he spoke his first word while staying with her.

His first step was taken in the living-room in front of the au-pair. She called out to me and I ran into the room to witness the second step. It wasn't the same though. I felt guilty. I'd been in the next room working.

I didn't even give my son his first bottle. That was given to him by one of the nurses in Holles Street as I was wheeled off to recover from my caesarian operation. So, yes, there have been a lot of firsts that I have missed out on.

I wasn't the first to notice the first tooth appearing. But thank goodness I was there to see the first one go.

I felt delighted that I would be the first to share this good news with anyone that may care. It may not seem like a huge deal to many people but it's important to me. I even missed Gary's first Christmas as he spent it with his dad, miles away. So this Christmas I have him, minus a tooth, and I couldn't be happier.

At the end of a year I always take time to reflect on the past and ponder the future. I don't want to miss any more milestones.

I know that working parents inevitably do miss out on important family time but as I'm self-employed I try to work as much as I can now when my son is in school or asleep. I even try not to go out in the evenings much any more because the guilt gets to me.

We had a nanny for most of Gary's early years. Now there's just me. Yes, I lack freedom but I get to do all the fun stuff instead of having it related to me second hand.

time

It seems to me that the last few years have raced by. One moment I was holding a newborn in my arms, then I blinked and he was wearing a tie and going to school. I don't want to blink again and find him at college.

If there was one thing I'd love more of, it would be time. But time waits for no man. However I do realise that free time is more important than working extra hours so that I have the money to buy more stuff.

I am a divil for spending money on random stuff. But stuff does not make me happy. Stuff clutters up the place and then I worry about the mess.

All the time I spend sorting out stuff and tidying it away leaves me less time to spend with my son. I don't want to miss out on life because I'm so busy collecting stuff.

And so for the New Year, my wish for 2015 is to live simply, enjoy every moment I have with my boy, and to stop buying just for the sake of it. Happy New Year.

The tooth fairy arrived last week. She deposited some cash under the pillow in exchange for my son's first pearly-white tooth. Gary was thrilled. I was emotional. Why? Well, I was just so glad to witness the tooth falling out. There are so many firsts I've missed out on. I missed his first word. It was 'no'. My mother proudly told me that he spoke his first word while staying with her.

His first step was taken in the living-room in front of the au-pair. She called out to me and I ran into the room to witness the second step. It wasn't the same though. I felt guilty. I'd been in the next room working.

I didn't even give my son his first bottle. That was given to him by one of the nurses in Holles Street as I was wheeled off to recover from my Caesarian operation. So, yes, there have been a lot of firsts that I have missed out on.

I wasn't the first to notice the first tooth appearing. But thank goodness I was there to see the first one go. I felt delighted that I would be the first to share this good news with anyone that may care. It may not seem like a huge deal to many people but it's important to me. I even missed Gary's first Christmas as he spent it with his dad, miles away. So this Christmas I have him, minus a tooth, and I couldn't be happier.

At the end of a year I always take time to reflect on the past and ponder the future. I don't want to miss any more milestones. I know that working parents inevitably do miss out on important family time but as I'm self-employed I try to work as much as I can now when my son is in school or asleep. I even try not to go out in the evenings much any more because the guilt gets to me.

We had a nanny for most of Gary's early years. Now there's just me. Yes, I lack freedom but I get to do all the fun stuff instead of having it related to me second hand. It seems to me that the last few years have raced by. One moment I was holding a newborn in my arms, then I blinked and he was wearing a tie and going to school. I don't want to blink again and find him at college.

If there was one thing I'd love more of, it would be time. But time waits for no man. However I do realise that free time is more important than working extra hours so that I have the money to buy more stuff. I am a divil for spending money on random stuff. But stuff does not make me happy. Stuff clutters up the place and then I worry about the mess. All the time I spend sorting out stuff and tidying it away leaves me less time to spend with my son. I don't want to miss out on life because I'm so busy collecting stuff. And so for the New Year, my wish for 2015 is to live simply, enjoy every moment I have with my boy, and to stop buying just for the sake of it. Happy New Year.


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