It is said the number one fear of most people is public speaking. I was surprised to read that even death is second to this. While I don’t fear death or public- speaking, I do and always have feared failure. To fail in my parental duties is the most excruciating of all.
So far this morning my youngest son, who is now ten, has asked me,
· How does your body know how long to make your toes?
· How much water do spiders drink?
· How many memory sticks would it take to fill a brain?
While endeavouring to answer these questions have I been,
· packing suitcases for five of us
· preparing a family Sunday lunch
· answering my emails regarding the imminent school ball
· organising my lodgers for when we are away
· trying to write a blog about Equitable Life and the Halifax
Today’s duties have come hot on the tail of a gruellingly long sports day at which I,
· sold ice-creams for the Friends in the blistering heat,
· answered any number of questions from fellow committee members and prospective ball goers
· recruited a new Vice Chairman for the Friends
· prepared and served a picnic for my husband, mother, daughters, sons and grandchildren all of whom came to support my youngest two budding athletes
But in spite of all these examples of a one woman debt fighter and housewife extraordinaire’s ability to succeed, today I forgot to go to my youngest son’s special assembly at which he did his first public speaking.
For this unforgivable act of parental neglect, I am full of regret.