First of all, I must apologise for failing to keep to my blog promise (of posting every Tuesday or thereabouts) - I will do better!

And second of all, you'd have to be stony-hearted (or a ferocious republican) not to be touched by the delight of Harry and Meghan at the arrival of their son Archie. In this, if not in other ways, they are like any parents of new-born children - reflecting the wonder that many of us remember: here is an explosion of new life, more vibrant, more real than we could ever have expected.

But here's the rub (as brother William helpfully pointed out): these new parents are entering a world of sleep deprivation which is likely, at times, to stretch them to the limit. Even Royals have to get up in the night when their child is crying. Even Mary had to get up to attend to little Jesus (unless we want to believe he was the perfect baby, sleeping right through the night, every night, from the start...).

Parenting involves tiredness; it involves sacrifice. And part of the message of Easter is that real love always means sacrifice - giving up what you want because the welfare of someone else matters more. Thank God, that's not the whole picture, of parenting or of life, but we know our lives would be poorer without the challenge to put the needs of others first - sometimes, in the middle of the night...