A moment to breathe, to pause to reflect. A slap in the face perhaps to wake up to reality.
Perspective is needed.
My children are ageing at a speed I don’t enjoy; my baby now toddles, my six year olds bicker. I am not twenty four any more dreaming of my future, I am a wife, a mother who juggles it all with a career. I am living my life.
“You don’t play mummy” the words etched into my heart spoken by my six year old girl. It’s not strictly true but I don’t play enough.
When my first borne were ‘named’ we read them a poem promising to neglect the cobwebs and play with them often. Often with the fairground ride that is life I lose sight of what it truly important. In trying to cover what is needed to survive it is easy to miss what is needed to enjoy.
My vision has been clouded, I need a moment to push those clouds away.
This last year has not been as expected, hospitals and casts have played havoc with normality, caring for a disabled child has forced us to uncomfortable financial times.
But look what I have;
A laughing lovely daughter, standing tall, cast free, for the first time in seven months; a cheeky, sometimes downright wicked boy who makes me howl with his antics. A sweet, sensitive daughter who can spend hours creating worlds with plastic, fake chested Barbies and wants nothing more that her mummy to join in.
I am richer than I ever dreamed, I just needed a moment to remember.
Life is too precious to squander, each moment must be lived rather than survived. To my children I promise to try harder, to make each second count, to maybe get the play doh out of storage.
Two blogs forced my perspective, slapped me round the face and made me appreciate what I have with passion.