The cat and the Fiddle
The Cow jumped over the Moon
The Little Dog Laughed
To see such fun
And the Dish ran away with spoon
Does Hey Diddle Diddle?
Because really, it makes no sense.
I’ve had this nursery rhyme in my head for days now, because in just over a week I’m going to Melbourne to for the Digital Parents Conference, of which I am very excited about.
What does that have to do with Hey Diddle Diddle? I hear you ask.
Well probably about as much as the political assassination or whatever it was based on at the time.
As far as nursery rhymes go, it is fairly random. You have a cat playing music, a cow jumping into space, a light hearted puppy that thinks everything is hilarious, and a set of crockery that are possibly suffering from some kind of awkwardness in social situations.
It wouldn’t be a leap to suggest that the author of this particular literary work was either high or completely mad.
Having said that, you could possibly describe me that way too, because every time I think of DPCON, I see myself as the dish who is running away with the spoon, while everyone else is having such fun. (The spoon is of course, Gemma from My Big Nutshell, who is not only my roomie for the conference, but also my cuddle bunny. We are sharing a bed and she has promised to be the big spoon. I am obviously the dish on account of my incredible good looks 😉 )
I’ve never left my kids. Ever.
Or rather, the only time I have is when I’ve been in hospital either giving birth to one of them, or staying with another who is sick or injured. Even then I always have at least one child to cuddle, talk with and care for. The thought of leaving all four of them, and boatman, and not seeing them for what will end up being almost four days is quite terrifying and depressing.
I really have no idea how I will go.
Not to mention them.
On Sunday boatman was showing Bridie on the calendar when I left and came back, and I heard little Bailey saying, ‘she’s not coming back!’ I called him to me, intent on making sure my arrival home was understood, and that dear little boy who holds my heart in the palm of his hands, came and stood before me looking at the ground.
‘What’s wrong darling?’ I asked gently.
He tried not to cry. Oh he tried so hard. He could barely spit the words out of his mouth with the trying, but it was to no avail. His bottom lip quivered and finally the dam broke as he cried ‘you’re going away!’
Well you can bet I cried just as hard as him, and almost cancelled the trip then and there. I had been worried about Ava, because she is so little, or Bridie, because she is a mummy’s girl. I hadn’t considered that Bailey would have such a passionate reaction. I thought he would love just having his dad for a couple of days.
But I guess there is no substitute for mummy.
Boatman says it will be good for me to go; it will help me to realise just how much they love me and need me. Not to mention it’s a good break for me.
And I’m sure they will be fine. They will have fun, and the days will fly and I’ll be home before
they I know it.
But I still can’t help feeling like that runnaway dish, and that maybe a part of me should stay and party with the cat, the dog and the cosmic cow.
Are you going to DPCON?
Do you know where Hey Diddle Diddle originated from?