It never ceases to amaze me how little kids need to be happy. They find entertainment climbing trees, picking up millipedes and going on nature trails. Most of us are guilty of having far more toys and gadgets than our children need. More often, it’s the simplest things that amuse them the most. Of course, a childhood is not all chasing butterflies and making daisy chains, but isn’t it lovely when it is this pure and uncomplicated….
It’s been school holidays in Australia and although my little ones are not at school, it’s meant a break from preschool, occasional care and the girls’ activities. So we’ve had two weeks of moving at a slower pace and it’s been lovely. Here’s a little snapshot of some slow moments.
A few days of sand, sun, sea and salty air…….
Many bloggers do this thing called “Wordless Wednesday” and today I am getting on board. As the name suggests, it’s a post with few words. Today I’ve decided to let my pictures do the talking. Here’s how Miss A and I spent our morning.
As a child I suffered from frequent headaches. At times, if they were really bad, I would be sent home from primary school. I remember the way my mum would put me to bed and stroke my hair until the pain eased. There was no substitute for my mother’s hands. She would sit on my bed and stroke my brow until I was almost asleep, the pain receding almost instantly. No painkiller had her special touch.
Over the break my three-year-old daughter experienced her first bout of gastro. She began vomiting at 5 o’ clock in the evening and she vomited continuously until 7 o’ clock the next morning. For several days afterwards she vomited periodically. As I sat with my daughter throughout the entire night, I thought back to the times when I was sick with my own mother. Her gentle touch and soothing hands reassured me that my sickness would pass and that she wouldn’t let me suffer alone.
Something amazing happened today. My two-year-old daughter fell asleep in my arms.
To many, this may not seem all that extraordinary. But my daughter has not fallen asleep with me since she was about 8 weeks old. In the early days she rarely slept at all, and when she became a better sleeper, she opted for the cot or pram over my arms. I used to envy (and still do) the mother’s whose babies so effortlessly fell asleep in their arms.