Little feet
The way life works, some of the same things that make us smile can make us sad too. One of these things is my interaction with children. I love children, always have, and it seems children love me (at least up to a certain age).
This weekend, on the occasion of my sister’s wedding, I met two young nieces of the groom, aged 2 1/2 and 4. I met them on Friday evening and within the hour I had 2 little helpers tagging along behind me to clear tables and serve ice cream. Their attachment lasted right through the wedding reception when I ended up with flower girls sitting on my lap at the head table. I even got tears and a bit of tantrum from the older child when it was time to say goodbye on Sunday evening.
My smiles are, however, tempered by a bit of sadness because the one thing I have always known I wanted to do was to become a mother. Even when I had no clue about a career direction, I knew I wanted to be a mummy. Sadly, I am still here, no children in sight. Of course, this means that my god-daughter is being flooded with all my maternalness. 
Right now I am feeling kindahungry...