11/05/2026
I think one of the strangest parts of being a parent is realising your child can love you deeply without constantly showing it in obvious ways.
When my daughter Lara was younger, everything felt visible. Kids are so physical when they’re little. They climb all over you. Hold your hand. Want your attention every second. You never really question where you stand.
Then they grow up a bit. And nobody really talks about the weird emotional adjustment of that as a parent.
I’ve stood at school pick up before watching other kids run and jump into their dad’s arms and thought, “ah man, I miss that”.
But it’s ok. Lara’s love is just quieter now. More subtle. More grown.
It’s her randomly wanting me near her while she watches something. Looking around to check I’m there. Asking me to watch her practise karate for the hundredth time. Small things that probably don’t look like much from the outside, but actually mean everything.
I think as parents we sometimes expect love to stay in the form that made us feel good emotionally.
But children aren’t here to manage our emotional needs.
They’re just growing.
And maybe part of being a good parent is learning not to take that shift personally.
There’s lots of love still there. It’s just wearing different clothes.