As a parent, there are no more attractive children than your own.
From the moment their mushed up faces emerge from within you, you are smitten.
Every smile lights up your heart like a little bushfire.
Their eyes dance with laughter and your soul soars.
You peer into the prams of other parents and say 'aren't they gorgeous!' while thinking 'but not a patch on my little sproglett'
And then - one random Saturday - your son; your pride; your joy says 'Mummy...'
But when you turn around it seems all that pride in your child's seems ill-placed...
Then of course the older child wants to join in.
And yes, the backwards facing goggles have been removed and the faces have returned to normal. And yet, the image remains burned into my retinas.