Time waits for no Mum!
as you know dear reader i am busy re-decorating my spare room in preparation for the large delivery of tea-cups i have ordered.
i feel that i should give you a little background history of our spare room and the role it has played over the years.
if you have a spare room or a cupboard under the stairs somehow it inevitably ends up as a 'dumping ground' for the things that a family gathers over the years. you don't mean for it to happen but somehow that spare kettle, old sunlounger, the box of christmas decorations slowly builds up until suddenly it becomes an avalanche of 'stuff' that you don't want to throw away.
i'm afraid dear reader that after 19 years of marriage that's exactly what was going on in our spare room. it had got to the stage that i was afraid a gremlin might have been living in there undetected all this time.
i decided to brave it and start to sort through all the artifacts of our life.
i sorted out the usual nonsense of dvd players, old coats, a yoga mat (used twice i think!) and then i came across the holy grail of 'things saved to do at a later date.'
i found four boxes of the kids playgroup and school work from when they were little. needless to say dear reader i shed many a tear as i sorted through it. my aim was to reduce the four boxes to a box each, one for my daughter and one for my son. my plan had always been to make them a scrapbook each and when the day came for them to leave home i would give them each this little memento to save and show their children in turn.
i found all their old cards, pictures and school books from many moons ago - they are now 18 and nearly 17 - and as i sat amongst the piles of macaroni laden paintings, sea shells covered in sticky glue, strange-looking animals and cardboard easter flowers i felt sad for all the time that had passed so quickly.
i remembered their scabby knees from falling over; their singing at the different school plays; the bear hugs they would give me; and their excited chatter when they came in from school each evening.
then something strange started to happen.
slowly i began to remember things that weren't so great and i was glad that they were in the past. things like the inevitable headlice that they would catch each new autumn term; having to go through their spellings with them when all they wanted to do was watch cartoons; the tantrums in town when they were tired.
i began to realise that instead of being sad for things past, i was happy about all the things i do with them now and all the fun things still to come.
my daughter and i love going girly shopping; my son likes to take the dogs for a walk with me; my husband and i like to take them for a family meal at our local pub; just small everyday pleasures but that is the key word here - PLEASURE.
it's always a pleasure to hear somebody say what a lovely job we've done of bringing them up. different people tell us what lovely polite and helpful children we have. my daughter works full-time as a beauty therapist, my son is studying at college because he wants to be a police officer.
i'm very proud of what they've achieved and the people they have become. and yes dear reader i will still shed a tear for things past but hopefully i've got grandchildren to look forward to and i now have a space ready and waiting in our spare room for the macaroni laden paintings they will make for us!