It’s not every morning that you start your day hearing this casual request:
“Mummy, can you take me to the Eiffel Tower?”
|Eiffel Tower remains securely in his grasp as he sleeps|
If he’s not clutching it as he sleeps, he’s sneaking it in school bag and staging an impromptu speech to his class – even though it was not his turn to do “news”. I got quite the surprise when his teachers informed me my son stood up and announced he had something special, something “fragile” to share with the class and proceeded to pull out of his bag his precious little Eiffel Tower. Unfortunately though his geographical explanation might have lead a few kids astray at that stage he told them it came all the way from his cousins house – in Sydney!
After a brief explanation of how far away this magical monument actually is, still his fascination has not subsided. Its funny how he can be such a “typical boy” – adoring all things Skylanders, and sports – yet have such a captivation for this. And now it’s spawned a desire to see it up close and personal.
So the answer, my lovely Master H? Yes, one day I do promise to take you to the Eiffel Tower. We can sun ourselves in the sprawling emerald green parklands that fringe one side of the Tower; we can stand underneath its massive claw foot structure and stare up in awe at its engineering majesty, and we can travel to its top to drink in the sweeping views of this most magical city, laid out in perfect town planning precision below.
Most of all I want you to see my favourite view of the Eiffel Tower, the one I have been blessed to see on two occasions – from the platform of the Trocadero, where it sparkles against the backdrop of the dark of night, lit up like a bejewelled ballerina. It’s simply magnifique…
It may be 5 years from now, it may be 35, but you have my word that one day your Mummy will fulfil this dream of yours. C’est promis!