So we went to stay with Mum and Dad in Cornwall last week. I always treasure these times.
Mum and Dad are getting on, when you begin to realise they won't be around forever, you make the most of the time that little bit more.
It's one thing to become a parent, or have a moderately serious job. You think you may be all grown up, but until you emotionally reach the moment YOU will be the only backup in the family, I'm not sure you're totally mature. This is a very personal perspective of course, coming from a loving, supportive family unit etc. Some people have to grow up a lot quicker I guess.
Of course, these weeks are for me to spend proper time with my children. They are four and six now, Evie, our youngest is at that point when she's about to become a girl, rather than a little girl and you want to get as much of it as you can, before it's gone forever.
We always find when we go away with them, that they seem to change right in front of your eyes. Evie seems to have come home with even less of the 'little' in her and Will, our six year old is suddenly having much more intricate conversations and we can see in his developing features, more of the young man he will sadly become all too soon.
I'm not sure if it's because we have the chance to stop and watch them, without having to go off and do the usual stuff working parents running a house do, or the fact they respond to so much more time with us.
Either way, it serves as a reminder that no child will grow up remembering how clean the bathroom was, or how great Daddy's powerpoint was, or how well Mummy ran her team.
They'll remember how much fun they had, what we all talked about and how loved they felt.