Shhh, don’t tell anyone but I’m finding time to blog.
I’m not sure how long it will be before some member of my family appears,
and shatters my piece, but here’s hoping it lasts.
I had promised that my next post would feature some of my own personal favourite posts I wrote last year.
Well I’ve discovered that what I consider my favourites change daily.
Sometimes I’m in the mood for a laugh so I go for my more light hearted posts.
Other days as I watch my children grow up before my eyes,
I look back and shed a tear or a smile at my parenting posts.
As I read back I see that my husband has figured strongly in my writing,
mostly through humor at his expense,
and my youngest has also provided me with many moments of inspiration.
I have also written some true stories,
from the days I was nursing.
Other stories are childhood memories,
or stories about my Dad.
I’ve even written a few posts about blogging.
So for this post of my favourites as of today,
I will try to include a bit of a medley of all the above,
as I cannot be sure what mood you are in.
Sit back, read and enjoy.
They are not listed in order of preference, I’ll leave that up to you.
1. Hello I’ve posted is anyone out there?
A post which tells the tale of how I feel in the moments immediately after I press “publish” on my blog.
2. I have the perfect face for blogging.
A post that celebrates the fact that for most of you I am a figment of your imagination.
I hope your vision is kinder than reality.
3. You will always be top of the class to me.
My youngest child explains to me her position in her class at school.
4. Most exceptional babies make average adults.
We all begin parenting with great expectations, then our children grow up!
5. Empty nest.
The day comes to us all when a much loved child leaves home.
6. How much time in every day do we really live?
When I discovered my Dad would not live long, it changed everything, and in hindsight I ask this question.
7. Miracle or coincidence?
On the day of my parents wedding anniversary, the first my mom woke up to without my Dad, something amazing happened.
I ask was it a miracle or coincidence?
8. Born to be bad?
A true story of a young boy from inner city Dublin, who touched my life.
9. Escaping my responsibilities.
A true story from a childhood holiday in Donegal starring my brother and I and a herd of cows!
10, I do not feel your grief.
We all grieve differently. This humorous post describes the enormous differences between my husbands way and mine.