I have suddenly realised what sheer bliss is. I had been searching for it for many many years and today it came upon me in the form of my children.
The baby had her early morning bottle at 6am then went to sleep snuggled into me with her head resting on mine and I could feel her heartbeat and her breath on me, it was beautiful. That was bliss number 1.
The eldest just fell off her slide and hurt her ear. I was upstairs putting away the washing when I heard her screaming. I took the stairs down in double quick time and found her with tears running down her face. The Bliss number 2 was the way she came running towards me and we clung onto each other tightly while I comforted her. Her hold was so tight it left marks on me, but I don't care, I love this little girl with all my heart and I know that there will come a time where she won't want to be held or kissed, but right now I am enjoying the bliss of her holding me and kissing me and saying she loves me.
We are probably the most important things in each others lives, and that too is beautiful.
S
Tuesday 22 June 2010
Tuesday 26 January 2010
Crying
Crying. Such a sad emotion, something my children do at least once a day, the baby alot more! Today the oldest one, Mia, fell over three times on the way to nursery, so I picked her up and sent her back running again each time, each time she lay on the floor crying and waiting for her mummy to pick her up again.
This September she will start "big school". I am scared for her, and also excited for her, but sad that when she falls over in the playground my little girl will not be picked up by her mummy but by someone else, she is growing up so fast, and when I really let myself think about it I cry too.
Mia was born six weeks early and only weighed 3lbs 14oz. She took a long time to make a sound after she was born and we thought she had died, I spent 18 hours a day every day in the special care unit with her for three weeks willing her to survive, and teaching her to suck so she could put on weight and come home, so you see why it is very hard for me to let her go sometimes.
I have always been the one to pick her up when she falls, and now, as it should be, life moves on. She can now dress herself, brush her own teeth and do all the things a three year old should do and more, and it is a wonderful achievement each and every time for her, especially for me, watching the little girl I love with all my heart doing all this when I had thought she wouldn't make it at the beginning.
Until tomorrow,
Mrs S
This September she will start "big school". I am scared for her, and also excited for her, but sad that when she falls over in the playground my little girl will not be picked up by her mummy but by someone else, she is growing up so fast, and when I really let myself think about it I cry too.
Mia was born six weeks early and only weighed 3lbs 14oz. She took a long time to make a sound after she was born and we thought she had died, I spent 18 hours a day every day in the special care unit with her for three weeks willing her to survive, and teaching her to suck so she could put on weight and come home, so you see why it is very hard for me to let her go sometimes.
I have always been the one to pick her up when she falls, and now, as it should be, life moves on. She can now dress herself, brush her own teeth and do all the things a three year old should do and more, and it is a wonderful achievement each and every time for her, especially for me, watching the little girl I love with all my heart doing all this when I had thought she wouldn't make it at the beginning.
Until tomorrow,
Mrs S
Monday 25 January 2010
The common cold
So, both my girls have colds. The 3 year old spent the night calling my name, each time I went in she informed me she had a cold. Well, yes, by 2am and about 30 trips to her bedroom I think I understand this. The baby made unhappy noises all night. Mr S slept through, but then if I was Mr S instead of Mrs S I would have too.
The common cold used to be a minor inconvenience - before I had children. Now it is like dealing with the Plague. And of course, the children will get better quickly, I will get the cold and it will last for all eternity.
However, because they are my children and I love them, I will continue to make the worthless trips into the bedroom of the older one, even if it is to be told "I have a cold". I will continue to stroke the baby's head each time she makes an unhappy noise. And I will continue to be an exhausted wreck until the colds take flight, and I will continue to do this for many many years to come.
Until tomorrow, be happy and cold free!
Mrs S
The common cold used to be a minor inconvenience - before I had children. Now it is like dealing with the Plague. And of course, the children will get better quickly, I will get the cold and it will last for all eternity.
However, because they are my children and I love them, I will continue to make the worthless trips into the bedroom of the older one, even if it is to be told "I have a cold". I will continue to stroke the baby's head each time she makes an unhappy noise. And I will continue to be an exhausted wreck until the colds take flight, and I will continue to do this for many many years to come.
Until tomorrow, be happy and cold free!
Mrs S
Sunday 24 January 2010
New Beginnings
So, I have decided to follow the trend and create my own blog. I don't know how it will turn out or what it will eventually become, but I hope you will enjoy it (or not), I'll leave that decision to you.
I have two children and Mr S, a husband I mostly adore unless he is being messy or smelly, sometimes both at the same time, yes the cliche of men not being able to do two things at once is not the case in this house.
My children. I love them. Mostly. Sometimes the 3 and a half year old is exceptionally naughty and feral like for no reason, which I guess is the upside to being that age, she can change her mind at a moments notice and no one will hold it against her.
I have a 4 month old who is mostly happy and rather quite chubby, but hey it's good to have a healthy baby, even if people say she has "put on weight recently". Well, wouldn't you if you drank so much milk in one day?
So, mostly in my day I am running around like a crazy woman who has slightly lost her mind, which mostly I have. My 3 year old actually has to remind me of things I have to do in the day, which is rather embarassing but useful at the same time. I try and cook good food for my children and try to be an amazing mother/wife which often starts well but becomes lost by the end of the day - oh well, there is always tomorrow.
So, back to my blog. I hope I have the time to post photos and interesting facts about our lives which I reiterate you will either love or hate, only time will tell!
Until tomorrow my new friends
Mrs S
I have two children and Mr S, a husband I mostly adore unless he is being messy or smelly, sometimes both at the same time, yes the cliche of men not being able to do two things at once is not the case in this house.
My children. I love them. Mostly. Sometimes the 3 and a half year old is exceptionally naughty and feral like for no reason, which I guess is the upside to being that age, she can change her mind at a moments notice and no one will hold it against her.
I have a 4 month old who is mostly happy and rather quite chubby, but hey it's good to have a healthy baby, even if people say she has "put on weight recently". Well, wouldn't you if you drank so much milk in one day?
So, mostly in my day I am running around like a crazy woman who has slightly lost her mind, which mostly I have. My 3 year old actually has to remind me of things I have to do in the day, which is rather embarassing but useful at the same time. I try and cook good food for my children and try to be an amazing mother/wife which often starts well but becomes lost by the end of the day - oh well, there is always tomorrow.
So, back to my blog. I hope I have the time to post photos and interesting facts about our lives which I reiterate you will either love or hate, only time will tell!
Until tomorrow my new friends
Mrs S
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