Where do you find peace? Is it an actual place? Or is it an inner feeling? My brother said to me this morning, that he dislikes being in his house alone. Especially if he is on holiday. He wondered how I felt, in the mornings when all are gone, and my busy house is quiet. … More Solitude.
When my children were young, if I ever had to leave them, for any length of time, I would tell them I would always be by their side, even when they could not see me. I would say to them, if they were lonely or sad, to close their eyes and quietly call my name. … More “Good night my darlings”.
Those who follow this blog, know that all is not well in my world. A young boy, childhood Leukemia, and a bone marrow transplant, have consumed me. We celebrated cancers defeat, but my young friend, is now battling a very rare infection. It is now I see, the very fine line, we walk each and … More When words are not enough
“As long as any member of this team lives, Mayo will never again win an All Ireland Football Final”. So roared the priest, as the victorious team of 1951 passed by. The shocked members of the funeral party stood in silence. Just minutes earlier the bus carrying the triumphant football team of 1951, had passed … More More than just a game.
I cannot write, I cannot think. Everything has changed. As we wait and we cry. Life for others rushes on, But for us it stands still. As we wait, and we cry. Kids look to be fed, and homework completed. As we wait and we cry. People talk to us, but we hear nothing. Minds … More As We Wait And We Cry.
This weeks DP writing challenge was “Dialogue”, Begin a post with a scene that includes dialogue. “Mrs Doyle, Mr Sheehan is here to see you”. A lady, probably in her sixties, with a face accustomed to smiling, stepped forward. “Tanks nurse, I’m on me way”, she said in her strong Dublin accent. “Mary” she roared, … More Lost In Translation.
Nothing in Life is certain. When I was young I dreamed big dreams, but most of them came to nothing. I also presumed that life would be long, like my grandparents was. Then my father got sick, and I watched him die, and life changed. For a time I could not be happy. My fathers … More Live every day as it comes.
Before our babies are born, we cannot imagine life with a child. Once they arrive, we cannot imagine life without them. For the past twenty two years,. I have been a hands on mom. I gave up my nursing career, to stay at home when my first child was born I can remember my husband … More Life will never be the same again.
Over the weekend I discovered, I was shortlisted in the Irish Blog Awards, in two categories, Best newcomer, and Best personal blog. I am delighted, actually way more chuffed, than I imagined I would be. I began writing this blog, out of curiosity. Could it be as enjoyable, as my diary? I also wanted to … More A Big Thank You.
Who or what is it, that has the greatest influence, on our children’s lives? Is it Nature or Nurture? I am not an expert on these things, my only experience is my own family. However I do often wonder, having been a stay at home mother, for over twenty years. Does the fact, I have … More Nature V Nurture. (2)
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