The other day I paused for a second to look at a old wedding photo, a time when the future had what seemed like infinite choices and adventures, when love was blind and most sentences end with “I love you cutie smoggy pie”, when my clothes hadn’t shrunk yet, when face and book had no reason to be in the same sentence, but alas time is a cruel mistress and the reflection in the mirrored frame seemed to have been give a beating by father time and all his homies.

Growing up is not for wimps, being tired should not be seen as a symptom of growing old, but rather a badge of honour, we should be proud that we as parents are raising children and getting it right most of the time (gold badges to single parents), for those of you that skip the midweek gym session and buy a slab of chocolate on the way home and snuggle up with your best friend on the couch and watch a good movie good for you, you deserve it.

The world is not going to honour the good mother or father with an award nor will there be any red carpet rolled out at the end of your performance, but the one thing you can count on is at the end of the day when the street lights switch on and the sun goes down, that every little success and failure, all the adventures have brought you together to this place, in your home with your family.