It was seven o’clock in the morning and I was cutting oranges for Payton’s soccer game when Adrian casually asked if I’d heard of nest parenting.
I paused and searched my memory. It sounded vaguely familiar—like I’d read about the concept online or heard it discussed in one of the many podcasts I listened to. Although I’m almost forty, I pride myself on my memory and, sure enough, I recalled there was a mum who had a kid in the year below at Saxon’s school who was nest parenting with her husband. Or rather ex-husband!
‘Yeah, what about it?’ I said, as I bent to get a large container from our Tupperware drawer.
Adrian took a sip of his coffee, then, ‘I was thinking we should give it a try.’
And that is the exact moment the bottom fell out of my world!