A couple of weeks ago we went back up to Newcastle to meet our new nephew, John, for the first time. I was completely besotted with him.
I’ve always been quite ambivalent about friends’ babies: I have enjoyed a cuddle and can ooh and aah with the best of them but never felt a real emotional bond. So imagine my surprise when, nearly 15 years after my own son was born, I should be handed a two-week old little bundle and fall head over heels for him.
I was transported back to when Rory was the same age. He was so similar to this little tuppence, it was uncanny. The maternal tug was extraordinary and it was very difficult for anyone else to get a look in as I selfishly monopolised him most of the afternoon.
We had to come home the day after and I really miss this little baby so much – I wouldn’t have believed the difference a family link would make to how close I feel to him.
I’m getting all soppy now so to lighten the mood, here’s a video of the baby, entranced by a singing teddy. Just watch his little hands try to copy the clapping hands of the toy.