Eight Seasons
The dates don't lie – The last time I blogged was over two years ago. In Vivaldi speak, that's eight seasons.
At the time, Seb was a bus buddy.
Today, the triplets have bus buddies and Seb is in secondary school.
The years are flying by and I have realised despite my hectic schedule, I need to commit to writing down some of the anecdotes, our daily struggles and laughs because one day it's going to change. Soon.
I am also writing because I am a parent of a special needs child. Often I need support. Other blogs are a great form of support. I would love to help someone who was having a blue day, someone who needed to know another mum out there "got it" as to why she can't watch her SN child perform in a play, or a game. I get that. I do.
I am also writing because it gives me pleasure. I miss writing. Of books I have read and will soon forget I came across, of people who have impacted my life, of friends who have left and friends who are entering.
I still have a magnificent charles who tolerates my toe cracking. I still like apples to be kept in the refrigerator and he still likes apples to be kept in a bowl by the bananas. If that's the biggest thing we have to fight about, we're still pretty lucky.
Frugal Blake and Mo just came back from an Italian viaggio – where's the frugality there? Charles dad' Doug and Marnie are off on the QE2 in Spring 2014. We are blessed to have healthy and active parents. My gran is still alive.
Two years ago my life and health were good. Two years on, that has not changed.
I'll write again. Tomorrow is Seb's 12th birthday.
