The greatest gift to be a mum,
(though often set with thorns.)
The gift of bringing tiny life
That later earth adorns.
Just like the acorn, watch them grow,
We know not what they’ll be
But all our love we freely pour
And later set them free.
We have to trust they’ll stay in touch,
They’ll take the time to love.
To care for us when we grow old
And tell us with a hug.
Following this advice I’m sorry to have been neglecting my blog/reader. My daughter and grand daughter are visiting from S E Asia triggering lots of family meet ups etc. My negligence will probably become worse when I fly back with them for two weeks in Malaysia to enjoy Chinese new year celebrations together, but… I’m hoping after that to be back at my laptop with lots of exciting photos to share.
Hope you are all likewise enjoying life, be it fast and adventurous or slow paced and tranquil (it’s all good!) Love to you all!
See you all in a couple of weeks. Tomorrow my friend and I are off to Barcelona for 10 days courtesy of my wonderful kids who gave me a surprise birthday gift of tickets for two and some spending money anywhere in Europe back in August. After some delays (ruling out the more beach type venues) we settled on Barcelona. I’ve wanted to see the wonderful architecture there since my college days (and it does have beaches so I’ll still see the sea.) I’m hopping with excitement!
My memory files are old, the draws rusted, hard to extract. The pages themselves abound with moth-holes.
Yet sometimes a picture, music, smell or sensation unlocks a door and I find myself in a past time, basking in its warm glow. I remember how it felt to be a child, a teenager, new mother, my first taste of the orient etc. etc. Sweet feelings overwhelm me and for a few blissful moments I taste the past again.
Like the hedgehog, as I gaze I’m back. Me and my sister, peering, noses cold against the window, all a hush as a dark, prickly shape appears, hesitantly nearing the saucer of milk my mother set out every night. I remember the cold of the kitchen, but the warmth of our hearts, my mother’s soft smile – she helped more than hedgehogs. The tiny creature lapping eagerly outside our door was our shared secret.
I hate Halloween, every year I grit my teeth and tell myself it will soon be over, no more ugly, evil stuff around to irk me. Thankfully it seems to be loosing a lot of its momentum at least where I live (If we had to import a US festivity why couldn’t it have been Thanksgiving – sorry turkeys lol!)
I did however actually enjoy carving this pumpkin dragon with my youngest grandson – he chooses and critiques and I carve. He loves dragons and dinosaurs so we googled pictures of them and ended up with this dragon. I quite enjoyed it, it’s sure faster than my wood carving!
My two daughters instantly took photos for their face book pages lol!
I sat with my mouth open totally taken back. Before me lay two beautiful “tokens” which my mind told me did not exist. Finally my brain kicked in that my daughter had created them specially for me. You see my kids had decided to push me into starting my retirement right! (Technically I’ve been retired a while but was taking my grandson back and forth to school which drastically hindered my making trips etc.) Knowing how I’ve developed a tendency to procrastinate on things in my later years they plotted to help me along by clubbing together (and I suspect using air miles) to make possible the “vouchers” for a flight anywhere in Europe for two plus some spending money. I didn’t know whether to cry, whoop for joy, or insist it was too much, instead I sat speechless.
I’ve already invited a friend (her 60th birthday is close to my 65th) who was likewise flabbergasted and touched that my kids (most of who know her) were very enthusiastic about my choice. (She’s very practical, reliable, but still great company and lots of fun, a real sweetheart). Now it just remains to chose time and place. I’m thinking soon and Sicily where the sun lingers longer, the countryside is breathtaking, sea deep Med. blue and the pace chilled, but nothing is settled yet – exciting!
Wonderful barbecue at my son’s apartment. Enjoying time with some of my family, meeting his friends and admiring his decor (I really was amazed – not usually a guy thing – highly creative – beware ladies!)
Sunshine blessed veranda, wine, beer,snacks, meat of all sorts and great international company. Remembering being so young and enjoying it for a while. Life is good!