The post you should all read this week doesn’t belong to me, it doesn’t belong to anyone I have met or spoken to, it belongs to a lady who has just said goodbye to her husband. A truly eloquent, beautifully worded piece that made me count my blessings for all that I have in this…
To my children
You have just gone to sleep and I am not far behind you, in fact I am writing this letter and then I am getting on the bus to snoozeville. I just wanted to share some thoughts with you whilst you slumber on above my head.
New schools are terrifying, lots of new people stood about in established groups, rituals and greetings established. Most have obviously grown up in pre schools and nurseries together and share a history that we have not been part of. However twin boy, twin girl and I have tried to fit in. To be honest the twins are doing a lot better than me. Twin boy has befriended a boy who can produce a competitive amount of green stuff from his nose, so they are clearly friends for life; he also has a trusted circle of pirates that he can turn to for new hints on how to cause significant pain with daggers made of foam and swords made of plastic. Twin girl has found herself chair of the school mothers union, they meet every playtime to look after their silent babies, exchange head lice and discuss the latest going ons in Scooby Doo.