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Back in April 2012, we took my son on his first trip to London. I hadn’t been keen before on trying to steer a toddler around London in a buggy. But we had a special reason to visit London at that time and we were arriving en-masse!
A first trip to London for my son was to cheer on his cousin C who was running the London Marathon. We met up with his Auntie and Uncle when we arrived at Marylebone and caught the bus near to Buckingham Palace. All very exciting for a 2-year-old. We navigated the crowds and found the rest of the family just outside the Palace. It was a great spot as we could stand back from the barriers (room for the buggy too) and still see the action.
My son didn’t really understand why all these people were running past us, but he grasped that it was exciting and when we saw Cousin C everyone cheered. She did really well; exceeded her expected time (I can’t remember what it was now) and we were all really proud.
Whilst we were waiting for her to cross the finish line, we explained to him who lived in the ‘big house’ behind us.
It’s something that stuck with him amazingly. Whenever we’ve seen the Queen on TV or Buckingham Palace he’s always remembered a first trip to London and seeing where she lives.
I’m not sure that the day has inspired any of us to run a marathon any time soon but it was wonderful to experience the atmosphere and great to see C as she ran past. A memory to treasure.
I have to be honest, even with family around us, I was dreading travelling around London with a 2-year-old; especially on such a busy ‘event’ day. But we managed it, everyone helped get us to where we needed to be and I’m really glad we did it.
My BIL and SIL were spending quite a lot of time in London at that time and when V was having issues with his hearing he researched places to have ear wax removal in London to try to sort his issue out. I think all the cheering of the crowds had made him realise that his hearing really wasn’t what it was meant to be!
A first trip to London for my son is always something that sticks in my mind, especially when we see Buckingham Palace. I remember the runners, us all waiting for C in expectation and hope and the little toddler my son once was.
Just need the world to return to normal now, C to return to marathon running and for her to decide to go back and do the New York Marathon again now, as that’s somewhere I’d love to go with my son one day.