Life is a game of inches.

It is a game of timelines, goals, tasks and small moments that culminate in the inches that leap forward to the weeks, months and years that blend to the milestones that mark our achievements.

And what a moment we had tonight.

Little ‘A’  finally moved into his new bedroom – a bedroom that I had bled, sweat and composite/particleboard-IKEA’ed the shit out of for the last two weeks – tonight.

He stood there in the door frame, with his shoulders thrown back, his neck upright and his chin just at *that* angle, surveying his new kingdom, proud as anything…..

It was HIS.

His space, his choice, his colours:  his own place.

A small thing, a tiny thing. An opportunity to facilitate a voice, a space, a moment.

An opportunity for a young person to find their expression and make it their own.

A game of inches.

Tonight I will count a parenting win.