At almost 20 years old, my daughter is all grown up now. It’s fab – we’re friends, she’s funny, we have fun, she’s a lovely young woman of whom I’m very proud – but sometimes I really miss having a small child around the house.
When she was little, I used to love playing with her toys. Playmobil, especially; she had tons of the stuff, and it’s all up in our loft until she moves out and has kids of her own, who may be lucky enough to get their little mitts on it one day.
I miss that. I miss having an excuse to cover the living room floor with scenes from Robin Hood, or a fairy tale kingdom, or a hospital, or drag out the doll’s house and live a little pretend life.
If I had a small child, I would have an excuse for buying – and playing with – toys, like this gorgeous wooden train set from my clients Babi Pur.
I would have no reason not to buy this beautiful wooden doll’s house.
And there would be someone to dress in all these gorgeous little organic cotton baby clothes.
Broody? Perhaps a teeny, tiny bit. But I do have a small nephew and an even smaller niece, so even if I can’t justify buying these beautiful (and ethically sourced, by the way) toys for my own daughter, I could always keep them stashed away for the next time my niece and nephew visit. And if I have a little sneaky play while nobody’s looking… who’s to know? 
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