Sunday, 17 July 2011


My youngest and most male cousin was hauled up on stage in front of a bemused congregation at church this morning. The visiting minister, who does go on a bit (which was a bit of a worry for me as I had band practice this afternoon, and was preparing by singing elaborate harmonies in the hymns...), evidently wanted to get the children involved in the service, and so up they came, and an explanation of what they had been doing at Sunday School was demanded of them.

They had been making hearts. Paper hearts. For what purpose? I don't know. They didn't seem to know themselves, which was slightly worrying. Still, I'm a bit relieved that my cousin's heart was at least a bit traditional. For the story of the Prodigal Son a couple of months back he drew the killing of the fatted calf, so at least it wasn't that. His heart was depicted with cracks in it, but at least it was safe.

He wandered past me after the service, swinging his paper heart from his hand. I was hovering nervously about, trying not to look too agitated or unsocial; various members of my family had offered to drive me home and yet here they were, sipping tea and eating biscuits. (I was so nervous I only ate three biscuits.) There was a slight popping noise, and I looked around to see my cousin holding his paper heart in one hand, and the string from which is was dangling in the other.

"I've broken my heart," he said to me with a big grin on his face.
"Yes, that's happened to me a few times," I said.

But I had just as big a grin on my face too. And as I glanced at his mother, my aunt, over his shoulder, I could see the look on her face registered the fact that I was, at the time, about as far from heartbreak as you could possibly get.


Catharine said...

That is so cute!

Teagan Shepard said...

aww how sweet! kids are great at cheering us up aren't they?

Innocent Loverboy said...

Yes, they are!

My feelings on children are mixed. I love kids, really do. And they all react quite well to me - and I've worked with them before for a while, getting positive feedback from the children too.

I waiver as to whether I ever have any of my own, though. My general feeling is that either I work with children or I have them, but I know that life isn't like that. Plus, I'm far too young to be even thinking about having children at the moment at all!

Catharine said...

It's better just to get other people to have children and borrow them occasionally as an excuse to play with Lego and do finger painting. Or teach them annoying things, like how to make 'perfume' out of a jar of rose petals, which they then present to their mam who has to look fake pleased!

I am the oldest out of all my cousins; it's fucking brilliant! But I have run out of young cousins now, the youngest is about 13. But kids these days are rubbish anyway, all they get is mobile phones and stuff for Christmas, instead of fun toys I can play with too, like glitterglue or musical instruments or train sets. :(

Innocent Loverboy said...

Yeah, I'm the oldest out of six cousins too - me, then four girls, then another boy.

Fortunately, I brought my youngest cousins up well. Okay, well, technically my aunt and uncle brought them up, but I was always 'round their house. I taught them both the values of Nintendo and The Beano, but like you, I'm not averse to doing the whole LEGO thing with the youngest boy either.

I have rather a lot of musical toys, but I'll be damned if I'm going to give any of them to anyone, young or not. My really little cousin-once-removed likes to shake my tambourines and stuff, though.

Catharine said...

It's much better to convince parents to buy small cousins fun toys for Christmas that can be stolen back than let them play with your stuff.

I once made the mistake of letting my cousins play with my hair. Then they wanted to play with my hair all the time. I'd end up covered in glittery hair bobbles and flowery hair clips, and sometimes pink hair mascara too, if I was extra lucky. My youngest female cousin did the most painful plaits ever!