My wife sucks her thumb, and when she does, that's when I
love her the most. I suppose Glenda doesn't really care
enough about what people think to let it bother her, although
actually she is quite shy. Sometimes the strange and unusual
things about people become something so very important to
who they are and what they mean to others. It certainly means
something to me.
I know Glenda enjoys the strange things about me - they tend
to amuse her, even the fact that I don't ride a bike. I now like
Chinese food, I was an incredibly fussy eater as a child to the
point where I wouldn't even eat cheese until I was well into my
teens and I don't think my poor parents ever contemplated
trying something so adventurous as international cuisine.
Glenda's naturally far less inclined to worry about the
consequences of something so trivial and she introduced me
to Chinese food when I first met her when she was all Doc
Marten boots, home made jewellery and tie dye.
Glenda used to suck her thumb all of the time. Never really
bothered me but I know others found it bizarre in an adult.
Now though, it only happens when she's relaxed and studying
something that's caught her fascination, or something she
There was a point when I nearly lost her. DIC: three letters
that will always stay with me though I can never remember
what the initials stand for. Our first child, Grace, was born and
Glenda lost a lot of blood in the recovery room. I remember
snippets of what went on. There is calm while I stare at our
daughter for the first time, then I ask "What's wrong?", a
midwife calls out her blood pressure is "through her boots",
Glenda tells me to go and get changed and that I shouldn't
worry, when I return a nurse tells me "you can't go in".
During all the fuss, there is a man in the room. It's very
crowded but both my wife and I see a short Asian man in a
tweed suit. We've never found out who it was.
Thankfully, for whatever reason and I'm prepared to accept
any, not only did I gain a wonderful daughter who, with her
younger sister, Bea, has brought so much meaning to my life,
but my wife did eventually come through (she enjoys hospital
food so a week's stay on maternity isn't the inconvenience you
might think). The whole experience has taught me to treasure
whatever I have, and for the time that I have it and I think
that's the same for both of us.
So today, the best things that happen are always the small
ones. Trips out and time together, cuddles and silly games.
Whenever the kids are playing or busy, independent of either
of us in that extremely important but utterly unfathomable way
that they do, I like to watch Glenda watching the girls. I think
she's thinking about what she's got, and how precious it is to
her. It's at this point my wife sucks her thumb, and that's
when I love her the most.