NOT ALL families are created equal - yet we seem to think of them generically.
We talk about a "Kiwi way of life" and assume that all families go to the beach, have Christmas dinner together, love rugby, have a mum and dad who only want the best for them. We do this with everyone - all dads are supposed to be good with a barbecue and all mothers can knit. It is all rubbish.
I walked into a cafe in Wellington this week and was greeted at 7.30am by a wee 7-year-old girl standing on a box while her mum made espresso coffees for the commuters on their way to work, desperately trying to wake up between their trains and their desks.
"Hello, how can I help?" I ordered my large flat white and handed her a $10 note and she asked for $4.50 and counted back my change. Who could doubt that she will be a success?
On Friday, I met "Sean" at an alternative education facility in the South Island. If you can think of a four-letter name which sounds similar to a word describing a snub-nosed, flat-bottomed boat, and is probably the worst name anybody can use in our language, this is the name Sean's mother called him from the day he was born.