When our first daughter was on her way, we had no idea whether it would be a boy or a girl. Upon arrival she had been resting on her mummy’s chest for a few minutes, before the midwife suggested, that actually, we could find out now.
For a number of reasons I cannot compare this suspense to the upcoming decision in Scotland, for at least one reason I can and will. One way or another – the main thing is that what enters the world stage, is hopefully well and healthy, happy to receive all the care and attention it needs. And apart from the changes to life that becoming a parent brings, I cannot imagine many things more exciting, than a nation deciding on its fate.
With the big clean-up surely to start within the fortnight, most visual signs of support for either side will disappear from the street picture again. The sight of the many “yes” and “no” adverts became sort of customary quickly, the landscape will probably look a bit naked when they’re gone first. Which is not a bad thing.
One thing mentioned occasionally now, and I do hope it’ll be true, is that the past months of intense debating will not just fade out within weeks, but become a permanent political asset. Whether this is within a nation of five- or sixtyfive million people, only a participant democracy on all levels of society will lead to a trustworthy regime.
By the way, the same goes for most parts of being a parent too.