After realising last week that I needed to take a step back and not get hung up on the detail of that elusive ‘perfect’ Christmas, I have felt a real sense of relief this week.
Where to begin with a post about Christmas? With memories of childhood Christmases perhaps? Or what about Christmas traditions or Christmas wishes? Perhaps the excitement on our children’s faces on Christmas morning; the joy of a Christmas spent with family?
Yesterday I took the kids on an impromptu visit to the zoo after school. We only had an hour before it closed, but they didn’t mind; they were free to run around and see the few animals left that can survive a New England winter, and that made them happy.
This blogging lark is really rather amazing. It is fun and fulfilling, scary and all consuming. It gives us an opportunity to communicate; to reach out, to seek comfort and to give support in return. It allows us to be creative and brave and honest. It gives us a voice.
As mumturnedmom turns two today, I can’t help but reflect on the past year.
How many years does it take for something to become a tradition? Is twice enough, or do you have to do it for a third year to really make it stick?
My children bicker, a lot, just like all siblings. But, just occasionally I catch a perfect moment like this and my heart melts. They are very lucky to have each other, and I am very lucky to have them.
I’m joining in with Charly’s Black and White Photography Project over on PODCast.