Let her go❤

She wanted to go so badly with her brother and father to softball, it was her bed time…..but I let her go. She’s a bit of a free spirit, structured schedules are key….mainly for us, it makes the nights with her go smoother….but I let her go.

After they had been gone a while I sent her dad a text asking how she was doing. He replied with this picture and a caption that said she found a puddle….and he let her go. Oh no I thought, what a mess she will be.

A day later I find myself looking at the picture again and again…It has become one of my favorites so far.

I wonder what she’s thinking..
I wonder what she’s sees…
I wonder what she’s hearing..
I wonder what she’s feeling..
I wonder what she’s saying, I know she must be talking…..
I wonder what memories she’s making..

And then I remind myself that more and more I need to let my wild child go …..so she can remain the free spirit she was born to be❤2259_1524330025463

Someday I’ll Tell My Children

My husband works on the weekends and those days seem very long, especially when they are not broken up by daycare, school, playdates, birthday parties and extra curricular activities…..today was particularly longer than most. Perhaps it was becasue I was more tired than normal, after benefitting from a much needed late night out – nourishing my soul with wonderful friends, perhaps it was because they all seemed more demanding than normal-my kids not my friends❤, or pehaps it was just a bad day. No, seemed to be the word of choice for all of us today. The two that can talk made it very clear their friends have better moms than they do and that life in our little green house is not fair…but as usual when it comes to bed time, all they want is mom and all the hurts of the day fall away….❤❤❤

Someday I’ll Tell My Children

Happy Hour❤

My new meaning of
HAPPY HOUR….
It’s March Break in my world. When I am at work, I love this week. Typically my children would go to daycare, my husband would be at work and I would rest, have lunch dates with my non travelling friends, spend a day at the spa, enjoy a much anticipated massage, read, rejuvenate and indulge in a week of self-care. While on Mat Leave, March Break has become a reminder that we are in the trenches of parenthood….
My Facebook feed is lit up this week with pictures of my friends on ski trips with their teenage children, one couple is off on a romantic getaway in Hawaii sans enfants, good friends are escapading throughout Italy, one in Australia, while others are enjoying Happy Hour somewhere sunny and warm… Florida, Cuba, Mexico….etc…and some are even posting about loving their time with a new grandchild -Yes, that’s right we have friends our age with grandchildren, you see we are older parents of very young children. Officially sandwiched between young offspring and an elderly parent. We are in the trenches and some days it feels like we will never get out….but then this happens……

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That blissful hour between 8pm and 9pm, where they are all asleep and I still have just enough energy to take a bath, read a book, watch a home fix up show with my husband and just take a minute to breathe. Often I find myself roaming into each one of my children’s rooms, taking in the sound of their sleeping breath, their smell and that feeling….that feeling of overwhelming love. In that very moment every parenthood struggle that has happened in the past twenty-four hours washes away, the 8 year olds hurt feelings over something a friend said or did, the 2 year olds numerous temper tantrums about who knows what, or the never ending feeds and poopy diapers that comes with a new baby, in that very moment it’s all forgotten…… In that very moment there is nowhere else I want to be……. My New Happy Hour❤

Simple,Blissful…..Family Day❤

                                                     The simplicity of Family Day………..

As I sat in the overheated, smelly and noise filled Playplace at MacDonalds’, reflecting on the conversation I had just had and looking around at all the families, I had a sense of bliss wash over me. Our busy little family had sat in the back corner wedged between the bathroom and garbage can, where the sun rays were beaming in like headlights, almost blinding. Our choice of seats was not by choice but rather luck, as the Playplace was packed full of screaming kids, and we were glad to snag a spot. Our 2 year old and 8 year old had run off to play, the baby was content in her car seat, my husband was off to get the food and I was left to soak it all in.

We had just arrived from a long walk through a local nature park and the kids were hungry. Of course, when asked where they wanted to eat, the two older both declared MacDonald’s. While this was not the preferred restaurant for my husband and I….we agreed that they got to choose….after all it was Family Day. In fact, it was our first Family Day, the first time our province has given us…. a statutory holiday mid-February and it was just what our busy family needed.

So while my husband was off getting the food and the kids were off playing, I was taking it all in, when one of the workers came over to change the overflowing garbage can and struck up a conversation. The typical beautiful day isn’t it, I commented on how busy it was… she replied yes, because of the holiday and we both agreed that it was a nice treat to have this holiday mid-winter. She cooed over the baby, wished me a Happy Family Day and walked away, leaving me to reflect on our conversation, what I was observing and what I was feeling.

Family Day seemed different, looked different, felt different then all the other holidays. I was truly enjoying the day and my kids were at peace, my husband and I were at peace and everyone around me in the crowded, smelly noise filled Playplace appeared to be just as peaceful and content as I and then I realized why…..

Family Day was different..…then Easter, Thanksgiving, then Christmas and New Year’s because ……it was our first with…..

• no expectations of how the day would unfold…..
• no expectations to buy the perfect gift or two or three…..
• no expectations to have extended family over for a big meal……
• no expectations to decorate for the holiday….
• no commercialization telling us what we needed to buy, to do, to wear, to have, to make the perfect holiday…….
• NO EXPECTATIONS…………

                                 Just quality time with those we choose to be with.

A simple walk, a simple lunch and the simplicity of quality time with those you love………. pure BLISS❤

The Best Gifts In The World
Are Not In The Material Objects One
Can Buy From The Store,
But In The Memories We Make
With The People We Love
-A.B.