Feb 17
A Friday ritual. A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember. Inspired by SouleMama. If you’re inspired to do the same, leave a link to your ‘moment’ in the comments for all to find and see.
Wishing you a lovely weekend!
Yesterday we celebrated our sons 9th birthday! How the years really fly by! As I watch him grow and change from a baby, toddler, infant, junior…he emerges slowly but surely into the man he will one day be, and I am always amazed at just how easy to please he is. He really is a very grateful child, and is always pleased to receive any gifts at all let alone a chosen something. He very rarely has a gift picked out that he simply ‘must have’.
Every birthday I make and decorate a cake the night before their birthday, and every year I struggle to come to terms with the fact that no matter how ‘arty’ I think I am, cake decorating is not something that I can do. I often end up in tears at the state of the cake when compared to some of the other cakes I’ve seen. For some stupid reason, I have allowed myself to believe that I must bake and decorate a spectacular cake for the children to be happy….. and for me to be a good mum. I know that’s ridiculous, and this rule has only ever applied to me. I have never thought that all Mums should bake and decorate the cake. Just me. One rule for me, and another for everyone else 
It really doesn’t matter anyway, because this year I baked and decorated a cake to the same standard that I always do…. with one difference… I remembered to remember that every birthday morning, no matter the state of the cake, my son is always amazed and ecstatically excited that “like always, the cake is amazing Mam.”
We spent the afternoon at the bowlplex with his old buddies from school an ate some birthday burgers…. and cut his birthday cake.
As he does every birthday he went to sleep with a smile on his face after his “perfect birthday that couldn’t have got any better.”
We home school, I’m supposed to be the teacher… but as usual I just learnt another lesson from my son. His attitude of gratitude is inspiring.
Today’s gratitude.
A Friday ritual. A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember. Inspired by SouleMama. If you’re inspired to do the same, leave a link to your ‘moment’ in the comments for all to find and see.
Wishing you a lovely weekend!
Wow… A whole month away from the blog!…. and it just seems like a good day to start a day. My last posts were from our Solstice celebrations, and today’s will start with another new ritual and our celebrating of Imbolc. The sun really is on her way back to us, and I’m sure you’ll agree that it is quite noticeable. The days are getting longer and little signs of life are visible with shoots of green emerging from the cold and frosty ground. We’ve got a bit of an Imbolc display on our window sill, to remind us that even if its dark, gloomy and rainy that the seasons will inevitably roll on…and soon we will be basking the suns warmth again. Today, however, is not a gloomy day. On the contrary. The sun is shining bright and appears even brighter as it reflects off the white snowy hills. What a beautiful day.
Our Home School Group will be meeting today to do some candle and soap making, just some other activities inspired by Imbolc. We’re making rolled bees wax tea lights and an easy melt and pour soap with added essential oils.
We’ll make today a special by taking every opportunity to notice the changing of the seasons, making bread, a family meal…. and as long as the weather stays good, I’m hoping for a bonfire and some mulled wine.
On another note: I’ve been making an extra big effort to pursue some of my interests, which means that in the month of January I did some sewing and made the kids some trousers and a skirt. I also embarked on a journey I’ve been too scared to start (the dreaded fear is another story) … I’ve taken the plunge and started my Yoga Teacher training course. I’ve completed the first weekend of a 2 year course, which meant leaving my family for a weekend driving up to North Wales to the most fantastic location and spending a very intensive but very relaxing weekend of Dru Yoga teacher traing. Its going to be a long haul…. but so worth it.
