“Is this a statement?” Asked dr Haldon, “has someone got a point to make. If so be big enough to put your name to it” The therapy group shifted uneasily. No one spoke there was no eye contact. “Speak up this is a good sign, own your feelings!” Silence, but a tiny glimmer of hope.
They brake your back when they are small and when they grow they break your heart.
This is some learned knowledge my mother did impart.
I did not understand, I was too young to see
Just how wise she was when she said that to me.
This tiny baby lying here, safe inside it’s cot will grow and turn your black hair grey
I am joking I hear you say.
I certainly am not. You wait, until they catch a cold or even worse an ear infection
They will scream and make you walk the floor, they will without exception.
God forbid it can get even worse you end up in the hospital with drips and lines and stress, Comfort offered from a friendly nurse.
The joy and relief when you can take them home is truly overwhelming.
The tiny toes and fingers, the spark of love in their eye
Will breed in you the deepest love,
For them you’ll lay down and die.
The sleepless nights begin to fade and the bottle secedes the breast Soon they are eating solids you make it all yourself, they deserve the very best.
Don’t close your eyes don’t look away don’t you even wink
For they will grow so fast and change so quick that you will miss it in a blink.
Savour every blessed second none of it will you ever be able to repeat.
Though when they are sad or in pain you will wish you could hit delete.
Very soon they learn to walk with bumps along the way
They waddle and they toddle and make you smile more each day. You will need to be quick and have eyes in the back of your head
They will run you ragged and you will sleep well in your bed!
The next step is their first word and that is often daddy,
Mind you if you’ve done all the work that can make you maddie !
Seriously though it is only because it is easier to say Da, Da than it is to say Mummy!
You wake up one day and they have started school
The first time you drop them off they run off smiling and you are left crying like a fool!
Very soon you become a taxi, you run them here you you drop them there,
They are always growing , always hungry you never have a second to spare.
School can be a hard and cruel place and you will need all your wits about you,
As children can do and say the meanest things so you must encourage and help too.
You just begin to think the worst is past when teenage years beset you.
You cannot do right for doing wrong the way they act you could believe that they actually hate you.
Why are there so many things just waiting to hurt them, drink and drugs the pain of love, look out for religious cults .The fear of their first driving lesson , the relief of them passing their exams. Then they are off to college bless them.
I could go on the pain is still strong when any of mine are ill , or if life, work, girls or wives hurt them. I want to stride up and fix their problems but I have to stand back and let them fix things.
So now I see what my mother meant when she gave me her knowledge
It was not about getting the best of schools or buying the right brand of porridge.
The love we have for or children is deeper than the sea.
We can make things good when they are young but when they are grown we have to set them free.
This week Dale has charged us with showing : The onset of Autumn.
I have used this first one before, last week was it’s last outing but it is so perfect for the subject. I found it last year layed out just by the side of a path I walk Ruby along. Luckily I had my phone with me as the next day this wonderful world of art had been destroyed!
The next three are, conkers and leaves, acorns and leaves and Ruby and leaves.
Next early morning graveyard.
This is how I found the top masterpiece the next day. My question why couldn’t they have just let it be?
Where you can feel okay about having a vodka tonic while playing with your children with a splash of my feminist views and a whole hell of a lot of female empowerment
