I know that. I just don’t feel it sometimes. Over there I felt like I
hadn’t a care in the world. Things felt so good and it was almost as
if every muscle in my body relaxed the moment I landed there. I
haven’t laughed so much in years. I felt like a 23-year-old, Steph. I
haven’t felt like that much lately. I know this probably sounds weird
but I felt like the me that I could have been.
I liked that I didn’t have to look out for somebody else while I
walked down the street. I didn’t have the fifty near heart attacks per
day that I usually get when Katie goes missing or puts something in
her mouth that she shouldn’t. I didn’t have to dive onto the road
and hold her back just in time from being hit by a car. I liked that I
didn’t have to give out, correct people on their pronunciation or
make threats. I liked laughing at a joke without my sleeve being
tugged at and being asked to explain. I liked having adult conversations
without being interrupted to cheer and applaud a silly dance
or the learning of a new word. I liked that I was just me, Rosie, not
mummy, thinking just about me, talking about things I liked, going
places I liked to go without having to worry about nappy changes,
bottle feeding or sleepy-head tantrums. Isn’t that awful?

Auteur: Cecelia Ahern