Be the start of someones smile

Be the start of someones smile

What an interesting few days and tiredness seems to be the theme this week. Luckily the weather has been beautiful and my purple and pale skin is becoming more like a fiery red, that is all apart from my bald head. I always remember the sunscreen there, as I can only imagine the ridiculous jokes that would come along with looking like a matchstick. 

 These were the last few days of my eldest being in primary one and saying goodbye to probably one of the best teachers in the world, along with the beginning of the summer holidays. My youngest also keeps asking if he’s old enough to start school yet as each day grows closer to his birthday. It’s really hard to explain that he will be returning for another year of nursery before he gets to embark on that journey. Thank goodness as I’m not quite emotionally prepared for that one.

Soon between my sister and myself we will have a kid in every year group apart from one. We are systematically taking over the school with our wild boys. 

 For so long I have craved this break in time. Waiting for days of not getting up early and being strapped to a time scale of getting ready to begin another day. Pyjama days and days at the beach are literally what we live for. 

Anyway the freedom of the holidays has begun and I turned another year older. I’m not usually lucky enough to have a weekend birthday so it passes as though it’s another day. This year wasn’t quite like that, and luckily I got to spend the whole day with the kids gardening and playing. I know this doesn’t sound really exciting, but we did some weeding, playing football and pleased ourselves, which seems to be the key to happiness. 

Once again I am assured that I have the most amazing friends and family, as each gift,card and message I received was so full of love and was so well suited to me. It’s not something I enjoy to be honest, however the kids really enjoy a birthday. It doesn’t even have to be their own. They love gifting presents and watching people smile, oh and they know that there’s a 99% chance there is going to be cake. 

Maybe cake is actually the key to happiness?

A beautiful day was almost completely ruined by a horrible dream, literally the worst and most graphic one i`ve ever had. It woke me up at 3am unable to shake the thoughts, so I escaped my bed and a toddler who had sprawled across my face. I ended up in my youngests bed and realised how uncomfortable it was (no wonder he sneaks to my bed every night) , before eventually falling back asleep.  

The following day the dream lingered for a while, and I tried shaking it off with a yoga class at the beach. It was the first one this year, and I was pleasantly surprised. The class was brilliant and for an hour, there was nothing else in the world, apart from my awareness of how inflexible I am. 

I then came home to a bike ride with the kids and some playing in the garden, before heading to the beach to meet my family and some friends. My mum has a van and opened the back doors and used it like an unconventional cafe (without any sugar). It was lovely and my partner seemed to be organising the play park and gathering kids with his games and booming voice. 

All in all it was a nice afternoon and we eventually came home at bedtime, not before receiving a phone call from my sister. She was a little panicked as after 9 years of having kids she thought she had gotten away with nothing being stuck in places they shouldn’t be. Unfortunately today was that day and her 4 year old had stuck a piece of lego up his nose. She called me for help because I’m just so intelligent. Kidding, she called me because I can deal with accidents with her kids as she does with mine. We all have a kid that scares the crap out of us and for us it’s both our youngest. I think because they were the kids that have been in hospital at scary times. 

Anyway when things happen to them we tend to panic and phone each other. We stay around the corner from each other so really it’s ideal.  

Essentially, jist of the story, we got it out. Mostly using the “mothers kiss” technique. If you haven’t seen it before, it’s closing the opposite nostril from the obstruction and blowing hard and fast through their mouth. If you can’t get something unblocked with a couple of tries of that then chances are you need a proper doctor. 

We also got some sad news that my great grandmother passed away this sunday afternoon also. She has lived a long life and had made it into her 90s living in her own family home with all her own teeth and hair (which of course she was extremely proud of, as she should be). She had also become a great great grandmother in those years and had raised 3 children who had gone on to create more great families of their own. She sat with a friend by her side before closing her eyes and passing in the most peaceful manor. 

My papa and gran lost their mum/mother in law and my mum lost a grandmother, we lost a great grandmother, and yet it`s calming to know she is finally at rest and at peace.  

We all believe in different things for the afterlife and I’m encouraged to feel hope and happiness for her soul. For those of us left behind in this world, we get to cherish her memory and revel in the stories that she passed on through generations. 

For granny Brown