How old are you? Is it anywhere as old as you feel? When we were young our parents were old. Now we are parents when do we become “old”? The other day I was out with some people I know, and they were admiring my purple hair, (that was a post in itself titled “I … More When do we become old?
For over twenty years, without making a fuss, I have never left any of my children alone, with a man other than their father. Until three weeks ago. My youngest daughter, a very precious little lady to me, takes guitar lessons. Every week she goes to the house, of a most wonderful gentleman. I go … More Can I trust him with my child?
Am I lazy, or is my mother a workaholic? My mum is in her 80s and never stops. She lives in Dublin over 200 km from meso I ring her most mornings. This is usually how it goes. “Oh hi Tric, Wait a minute until I turn the oven off. I just made a few … More All grown up and still trying to impress my mom.
As a child we dreamed of growing up, standing on chairs to be as tall as our parents. Imagining what life would be like at that height. Young daughters imagined they would grow up to be mothers, and have children of their own. Future careers were imagined, such as teacher or shopkeeper, and any other … More At what age do we stop dreaming?
Most people would agree, that a smell drifting towards you, can transport you back to a moment, you didn’t even know you had forgotten. As you inhale, the years slip away, and with great clarity you have full 20/20 recall. I have always believed, that nothing in life brought back a memory, more clearly than … More Looking at old photographs is like stepping into a tardis
For as long as I can remember I have been a fighter. I fought with my brothers and sisters, I fought with my parents,teachers and friends. I hated rules and conformity, I did not wish to follow a leader. When I was a teenager life was hard for me, and my family never knew. What … More I am okay.
He has gone to bed, my only son. All six foot of him. As I type this I am still the mother, of three school going children. In a few short hours that will change. My son will head off to school for his final exam after which, I will be the mother of two … More Time to say Good Bye.
What age did you have your first kiss? Was it love or anything but? I was reading a post recently about a first kiss. (I have tried and failed to find the blog to credit), and since then I have found myself reminiscing. I was a young eleven year old, when playing hide and seek … More Loves first kiss.
I wonder if anyone else has done this? I have dedicated a special song, to each of my four children. A different song for each one of them. This is the story of my eldest daughter, and how I chose her song. Many years ago, before I had my first child, before my husband appeared … More “I hope you have the feet of a dancer”. A wish for my daughter before she even existed.
I hate Fathers Day. Every day for over twenty years, I have missed my dad. Once a year I am supposed to forget. Forget that he missed my wedding. Forget that he never saw my children, or held them in his arms. Forget that I never got to see, his face light up with pride, … More Fathers Day. A day to forget.
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