As I reflected on this week, and what it consisted of, I realised something which I probably should have noticed a bit earlier.
My weeks are made up moments, which have this thread called life bringing everything together.
As I think about how my week has been, of course there’s been the rubbish bits- the bit where the ceiling started leaking, the bit where my phone somersaulted down the stairs and the screen was smashed to smithereens, the bit where I gritted my teeth and wrote emails I didn’t want to send but had to for ongoing sanity.
But they pale into insignificance, as CM and I popped into Cardiff last night and all she could go on about what how it was lovely that we were having ‘girly time’.
That we took the step of dry nights with B&E, and E has managed two nights but B gave up after first night wetting. And I reached my first multiple mum dilemma- how much do you praise one child without the other one feeling as though they have not met expectations. As it was, B answered my ponderings by phoning grandma to make sure E could have a dry night on their sleepover- so proud he seemed of his brother’s achievement.
Because the hubby seems to be on an even path, coping with everything being thrown at him. The excitement this week as he survived a blood test.
Of so many conversations just falling into place, wonderful conversations, because they are taking place at the right point in time. Because I am sure the planets are now aligned.
And the little things, I got to do the school run two mornings this week, and picks up too. Whilst if this was a daily occurrence I have no doubt of its place as a chore, for me I can count my morning runs on two hands this year. And I realised what a joy it is. Now the boys no longer use their pushchair it’s just a nice walk with warm hands to hold, and each of them really are at their best at the start of the day with all their energies harnessed for the day ahead, the conversations have stood my day in good stead.
Appreciating the wonder in every day is definitely helping me.