The mornings have always been my time to myself, the time i needed to stay sane and start the day with a little bit of piece before children woke up and the daily rush of getting kids off to school and myself off to work began.
since mum moved in i have lost that time to myself and initailly i resented it... i wondered how i would manage without my quiet start to the day...somtimes i still do...
today mum is like she is about 7 years old.... she has not stopped talking, except to take a breath for the last 2 hours....and she shows no sign of slowing down....these are the funny moments we share...
she has told me of when she won the tunnellball competition, of the awful girl who stole her sword jusst before she was about to go on stage and do the sword dance, of sharing sanwiches in the playground, of sunday school singing... non stop happy memories pouring out of her with lots of laughter and giggles..... i really don't think it even matters if i am listening or not!..
I have made her stop and have her cup of tea... and she is about to start again ' when we went to the place where everyone sits...... we played the thing with the ball.... " then she laughs and smiles....
days like this are precious..... today she is happy in a world of friends and playgound fun...
today i am grateful we share our mornings together...
Elanor
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That's so lovely :)
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