A week off: Portsmouth School Runs

We’re having a rare week all together and I have been rediscovering the joys of the school run as Lady S was a bit under the weather the last few days. (She is again this morning, but it’s self-inflicted today after a little too much wine last night at a meal for the whole polycule.)

I digress.

The cub has been discovering that I am not quite so easily wrapped around his finger, but that I am also more than happy to act completely daft at a moment’s notice.

So far we’ve convinced him that his monster-like school bag is related to the Monster Book Of Spells from Harry Potter, and needs it’s spine stroking before being opened. I have also taken to occasionally lumbering and loping like a silverback gorilla to speed him up in the mornings. It sounds daft, but it encourages him to catch up and try and tickle my tummy.

He’s a bright, inquisitive, energetic boy, who tries to push boundaries as much as any normal kid just starting at junior school – and his teachers are already singing his praises. He also has a rebellious streak a mile wide; and seems genuinely surprised when most of his attempts to subvert things like putting on shoes are met with my spotting them and teasing before he’s even finished starting.

We were talking last night about how we’ve all been pitching in this week – how it spreads the load and reduces stress to know that all of us are invested in helping raise and guide him.

I just didn’t expect, as the Charleesi starts her second year at university, to be brushing off the parenting skills again. Life’s funny that way, isn’t it?

The Little Things

We’re out at Chessington World of Adventures today – myself, Ladies M and S, and of course the cub. It’s another day in what has been a lovely long weekend of us all together; and yet another series of little moments where we’ve continued to gel and grow as an extended, if unconventional, family unit.

This is what gets me – a lot of people assume that the focus of polyamorous relationships is on what happens in the bedroom. While that’s as fun and and varied as in any other healthy relationship it doesn’t take any more priority than it does in monogamous relationships. Less, in some instances: for example Lady K (Lady S’ fiancĂ©e) identifies as asexual)

Our relationships manifest in how we take turns looking out for each other, and the cub, just as we look out for the Charleesi even as she has headed off to university. It’s in being a choice of hands to hold, or whoever is available helping to wash hair or run baths. It’s in the hugs, the managing of tantrums or boundaries – all of which will no doubt be ringing bells with parents.

Among us grown-ups it’s in the acknowledgement of silliness and mistakes; the gentle touches, the cups of tea and coffee, the winding down at the end of the day and sharing of moments that have bemused or vexed us. It’s being surrounded by love and support that fuels and encourages us to give out as much as we receive.

And with a small cub in tow, yes that does include sharing the emotional and physical workload so we don’t run out of spoons – extremely useful on a theme park visit..!