Hello and how are we all on this first day of June?
Since posting every day in April (*cough, cough) to accomplish the A-Z challenge, I’ve taken a month off from the blog to catch up on sleep other activities.
‘Where have you been?’ I hear you ask. Well, I’ve been to Africa to feed lions.
Kind of.
Out of the two options, feeding lions probably seems the less likely but that is exactly what I had the marvellous opportunity to do!
No card will be opened,
No flowers received,
No gestures of gratitude,
Appreciation of deeds.
A day set for others,
I don’t meet the grade,
I’m not in their club,
A decision I made.
I may not be a mother,
Giving birth to my own,
Or have given a child,
A new life in our home.
But five days a week,
I do dry their tears
Give advice and comfort,
Watch them grow through the years.
I wash sports kits, mend shoes,
Find food when there’s none,
Solve squabbles, build friendships,
Support when loved ones are gone.
And I listen,
And I listen,
And they talk
And they cry.
And we play,
And we build,
And we dance,
And we try.
Many times I’ve been screamed at,
Words wounding the pride,
But I guide their behaviour,
Still stay by their side.
Some more than others
Steal a place in my heart,
But my love goes unspoken,
Not allowed to impart.
Yet they know that I love them,
And I know it’s returned,
Through their smiles, their respect,
And their trust I have earned.
I may not be a mother,
In the conventional way,
But it’s attitude, not biology,
Whatever others may say.
In loco parentis,
From eight until three,
I’m a mother to hundreds,
There are many like me.
Happy Mother’s Day whether you’re a mother to toddlers or teenagers, cats, dogs, dragons, students or just your other half! Enjoy! 💕
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“Nobody loves me, everybody hates me. I think I’m gonna eat worms…“
Lyrics from a song I enjoyed singing as a child, especially the part when you make the slurping noise and suck their juices out!
Of course, I wouldn’t really want to eat worms but you’d be forgiven for thinking the opposite if you were to look in my fridge. You see, for those of you who don’t follow me on Instagram, this is my reality now: housing worms next to the mayonnaise, chasing locusts and telling people that cockroaches aren’t really that bad.
Why? Because I am now the Mother of Dragon. A bearded one!
The theme of this week’s Daily Post Photo Challenge is nostalgia, something that we humans often seem fixated on: things were better back in the [insert favourite decade here]!
Now I’m quite a nostalgic person which is not helping my current situation of helping to clear my late grandfather’s house – I’m keeping the daftest of trinkets because they hold some little memory for me. Perhaps I need to be more ruthless with the sorting but it was my childhood home so…
My grandfather was similar in his sentiments for memories. For example, we have so far found every birthday / Christmas card dating back to the late 60s, hundreds of pens which have been dutifully labelled to display the amount he won at bingo with them and of course many photographs.
But the single image I’ve chosen for the challenge shows items from two of the most popular decades for nostalgia buffs: The 40s and 80s. And they serve as a great example of the changes for humankind my grandad saw in his 97 years. I’m sure when he was working on planes during WW2 he never imagined we’d one day have machines powered by the sun or that he’d be video calling people across the globe!
What makes you nostalgic? What do you think future generations will look back on and want to bring back to life in some retro revival? I hope it’s not shell suits…
Image Credits: My own.
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It is with an overwhelming sadness that I share this blog post but it may serve as an explanation as to why I haven’t been around much.
Last Thursday (25th August) a day arrived that I never wanted to see: I lost probably the most influential person (and certainly the one I have been the closest to for my whole life), my Grandad Wilf.
At 97 years and 1 month, he had put in a remarkable 35,473 days on this Earth and in that time he had done everything he possibly could to make me and others happy. Only in January was he congratulated for his work with a local charity, being the oldest and longest serving fundraiser (20+ years, AFTER retirement) and raising over £150,000. He was very fussy to be interviewed on the radio!
Although his passing was expected (he had declined in health since a stroke in May), it is nonetheless heartbreaking for me and my Mum. If I was not visiting every other day, I was on the phone to him: there are countless days that other than Sam, he would be the only person I would speak to all day, so this is going to take some adjustment.
Which means I might not be posting, reading or commenting as much at the moment: I don’t really feel like…doing. However, whilst it may be adieu to my G-Pa, it is only au revoir to you, my readers. I will check in when I can, as I will welcome the distraction, but at least you know why I’m absent.
So I shall leave you now with a re-share of my post from my Grandad’s birthday last year, showing some vintage photos of his youth. And although he missed it by two days, I can be happy in the knowledge that his favourite rugby team, Hull FC, won the Challenge Cup yesterday for the first time in 11 years. 🙂 We will be singing ‘Old Faithful’ in his and their honour for days.
[Insert famous Arnold Schwarzeneggar quote here].
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