Showing posts with label family time. Show all posts
Showing posts with label family time. Show all posts

Monday, 26 November 2012

In My Hands, By My Side

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The late afternoons here are now full dark and we are finding our groove somewhat by filling it with crafting, board games, knitting, spinning and quiet reading time.

I am finding that when I sit to knit, or spin, the boys will pick up their knitting or drop spindles too - with intervention and a helping hand from mama more often than not, but that's OK, because that's what mamas are for, right? The mini-man tells me what amazing thing he's going to make : a rug for the outside room; a jumper for his dad; some PJs or socks to keep me warm. His brother laughs and tells him how far flung this dream is, and each time I say, "one stitch at a time, and eventually you will get there", or "a man can walk a thousand miles in baby steps if only he keeps going". And if there is one thing I have learned in my life as a mama, and a crafter, is how much can be accomplished in baby steps if only one just. keeps. going.

Life, for the most part, is not made up in life-changing cataclysmic events, but in the everyday persistence of people who plod along. And whilst some who seek thrills and spills might find this mundane, preferring instead fireworks and revolutions, they eventually fizzle out and it is the plodders who change the world. 'Drip on drip on drip and even a mountain eventually erodes away'.

Stitch by stitch, step by step, moment by moment, and imperceptibly a man is forged from a boy by afternoons sat by their mama's side. And if there is one thing I have learned as a mama, and a crafter, is that life is now, and these small moments are strokes on a canvas that eventually build into a beautiful masterpiece. Bit by bit.

Just keep going.



Tuesday, 28 August 2012

My Children Bake

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They love to bake. They love to get their hands dirty with flour. They love to show others what they have made, and let them taste how good it is (it usually is). They love to eat what they have made.

Now if I could get them to love clearing up, make me tea and rub my feet, we'd have the most perfect day...

Monday, 7 May 2012

Bluebells and Bugs

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This time last year it was hot. Spring-like, even. We would see the sun, and rain was a rare occurence. This time last year we bluebell watched with sunhats.

Without exageration I think it has been four whole weeks since we had one day of sun. We catch it in patches. It lasts hours if we are lucky, and although we need the rain, desperately so, I still don't seem to have anymore gratitude left for it anymore. It's time Someone called off the dogs, ya know??

As such, bluebell watching this year was an altogether different experience than years gone by. We were wrapped up warmly. We saw no butterflies. We didn't see one thing basking... instead it was perfect bug finding weather. And bugs we did find... we watched in awe the amount of snails that have made their way up the tree trunks into the canopy to escape the water. I swear I heard the sound of a little saw as a snail ark was being made...

We found the lone white bluebell. We found bugs that we didn't have a name for. We found primroses. We heard the first cuckoo of the year, yes we did. And we knew it was spring.

We knew, but didn't feel, it was spring.



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