Tuesday, September 14, 2010

La bella citta


Us urban mums are beset by guilt. There's the guilt that Louis can't scooter down the street because there's too much dog debris; the guilt his trips out involve the tube and the shops rather than his bike and some fields; the guilt that I need to drag him out in his buggy to get anywhere useful; and the guilt that our garden is the size of a postage stamp.

And yet. Day one back in the big smoke after a week luxuriating in the Italian hills with little but baa-ing sheep and partying grasshoppers for company and Louis couldn't be happier. It's not that he didn't enjoy la bella campagna - all that earth was perfect for his diggers - but he was genuinely thrilled to be back in London. What with buses, building sites, trains (including his own personal "toot" from a Bakerloo line driver), and taxis to look at I'm beginning to think city life with a child isn't too bad. It's certainly stimulating: there's always something different coming down the road, even if it is just yet another type of construction vehicle.

Maybe all those parents who claim they're moving out to the countryside for the sake of their kids actually have themselves in mind. Or am I just speaking as someone with a pre-school age child?

4 comments:

Iota said...

Horses for courses...

A Modern Mother said...

Someone just explained to me that all families in London talk about moving out to the countryside, it's like talking about the weather. Is it true??? Why???

Babies who brunch said...

AMM: It's true! It's so true. And the scary thing is that sometimes we find ourselves having the same conversation. *shudder*

nmaha said...

Speaking purely for myself, all that green does limit topics of toddler conversation.