This weekend my family and I travelled back home to visit my parents, where we celebrated our eldest daughter’s birthday. As our time together drew to an end, we bundled up our children and copious childcare related belongings and set off in auto pilot mode on the familiar drive back to Northamptonshire.
Last year, my husband and I finally completed our family, with the anxious yet safe arrival of our baby girl. It had been a long and heartbreaking journey to the point of family completion, but here I am telling the tale, so High Five, I only bent and wasn’t broken in the process.
Do you know what your life purpose is? Your role and contribution to the world? Any ideas? Many mums reading this will probably say “being a mum” which is lovely and heart-warming. But what if the role of mum is no longer enough just by itself? Those words are hard to utter, whether through guilt or from a fear of being judged by others.
The crazy thing about life is that you can be bumbling along quite happily (or even unhappily), minding your own business and just being, when suddenly, in your average working week, you are suddenly dealt a huge curveball that knocks you sideways. Or at least spams you right in the middle of your forehead for added humiliation.
The mass production of items with the words ‘Keep calm and carry on’ plastered on them, do very little in the way of helping us to actually do so. The words may sound simple enough, but in reality, they do nothing to help keep us calm and rational in our daily life.
I was watching our two middle offsprings play the other day, and within minutes, they swung from play to slay, as one felt wronged by the other, and screamed to let this wrongdoing be known. As an overprotective mother of four, I dashed in to save the day, and to get maiming child to apologise to maimed child with immediate effect.
…there was a high school aged girl called Shelley, who was asked to write down what she would like to achieve ten years from now. At the time, ten years on would have made me the ripe old age of twenty-four years old. Or twenty-four years young to put it more accurately.
On Friday night, I experienced a Reiki Drum Journey for the first time ever, and as I have said before, my dear dad used to tell me “Never have expectations in life then you’ll never be disappointed.” Given that I have meditated for years, I am not entirely sure what I was expecting.
Today, I attended a Mind, Body and Spirit fair, which was predominantly stall after stall of some type of reader; be it a medium, psychic, palmist, or astrologer. Whilst I did not indulge in a reading, I did speak with many like-minded folk, and it seemed that all of the most enjoyable aspects of the day related to Ancient China.