In the 7 months since Baby Lighty’s arrival, Mr Lighty and I have been out as a couple a total of… zero times. So as I sat and started to write this post on the train into London yesterday, without a Baby Lighty attached to me in the sling and with a Mr Lighty by my side, it was with a mixture of feelings: a cloudy concoction of vague excitement and nostalgia for when it was just Mr & Mrs Lighty, a sense of freedom at not having to lug my massive change bag, buggy, and a change of clothes (I assumed that no one was going to be sick on me!) and, of course, a mother’s anxiety.
For you see, this was the very first time that Baby Lighty had been looked after by anyone other than Mr or Mrs Lighty. The very first time! He was in very capable hands with Mummy Hatchy, I knew that, but I also knew that she, too, was feeling the nerves, having told me that her afternoon’s activities, when not playing with Baby Lighty, were to consist of shredding paperwork and sorting out the dining room side board – basically activities whereby she could keep a close eye on Baby Lighty.
As we stepped out of the station in London Mr Lighty said “Oh no, we’ve left Baby Lighty on the train!”. As much as he was joking, my stomach lurched, because it really did feel like we’d forgotten something. Similarly, no sooner had our food arrived in Byron Burger than had it been eaten, having got into the habit of gulping down our meals in order to attend to Baby Lighty. We were on a date, where was the leisurely dinner full of grown up chat? Did we even have anything to talk about any more other than Baby Lighty?!
As it turned out, yes we did have plenty to talk about, and it was nice to be able to discuss things properly without being interrupted by a little tiny person every few minutes. But I won’t lie, there was still lots of talk of Baby Lighty and even a little look back at photographs of him. Still, it felt a little bit like it used to be, when it was just Mr and Mrs Lighty, as we strolled through the streets of Shoreditch after our meal, en route to a friend’s leaving do, stopping to look at and photograph the likes of the love locks and the shabby-chic architecture…Mrs Lighty very rarely gets to stop and just look nowadays, and the only photos I seem to take are of Baby Lighty (a beautiful subject, but still!).
And we really needn’t have worried, Baby Lighty really was in safe hands with Mummy Hatchy, as her Whatsapp pictures confirmed. However, it was always going to be the case: first dates are the hardest.
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