Always My Baby Boy

Mr C (aged 11) starts high school next year.

I'm totally not ready.  Not at all.  Hang on, wasn't he just a tiny blonde haired, blue eyed baby, who hardly opened his eyes for two weeks, and would lay his head on my shoulder to be carried around all day while I went about my business?

Oh yes he was.  And now he's going to high school.  Oh my!

In a Mothers eyes, does a little baby boy ever, ever stop being a baby boy?  I'm guessing no. As a mum of two daughters and a son, and while I love them all so equally, I mother my son differently.  I'm maybe a bit softer with him, because girls can be all kinds of cray cray crazy!

You know what I mean.

I think about my friends who have sons, with or without siblings, and each one of them show a very definite, beautiful relationship. They see their gorgeous little guys growing from Wiggles loving toddlers, to boisterous, noisy tweens who love laser skirmish and annoying their sisters on a regular basis.

I'm yet to find out what it's like living with a teenage boy, but in 2 years time, I'll be able to tell you.  I wonder what will happen when my son becomes an adult, with a family of his own?  Will he still be my baby boy, who I protected so fiercely that my heart ached when I thought of him?

You bet.  I'll cuddle him even when he's 6 foot tall, and remember when he was the smallest cherub, and I will love him even more than I do today.

Do you have a son?  Will he always be your baby boy?

Thank you to my beautiful friends for sharing these photos of their own baby boys.

Mount Larcom Show

Every July, we go to the Mount Larcom Show....the best agricultural show in the district. From baby animals and cattle, to homemade cakes and jams, it's the only place to be!

We arrived just before lunch and enjoyed the horse events, before checking out the cattle and woodchopping.  The kids loved the jumping castles, while I fell in love with the beautiful crafts and displays in the pavilions.

Every year I look forward to this show, because we go as a family, and it's wonderful to see familiar faces enjoying the sunshine and community.

It's the best thing about living in the country.

Let It Go

Let It Go Michelle..... Let It Go!

I've just realised that it's been 36 days or 5 weeks and 1 day or a ridiculously stupid long time since I've blogged. My neglected little corner has been gathering dust waiting for some attention and some strawberry kisses.

Excuses, excuses you might say, and you may demand an explanation, to which one is now forthcoming. You see, I have no time.  Or rightfully had no time. This precious commodity that one strives to find, keep and use wisely had escaped me to such an extent that I resembled one of those creatures who chases their tail around in circles and never wins.

This creature (me) with bags under the eyes, a stressful, mourned expresssion mostly and a need to rush here and there was going nowhere fast.  Something had to be done!

So I resigned from my job last week. My full time hours were consuming me, I had one day to myself to get everything done and it wasn't working. I was failing.  I was tired at night, staying up too late, waking late, rushing around, it had to stop.

With a very supportive husband, I've done an Elsa from Frozen and Let It Go.  Which has been easy as we hear that song in our house every day! I feel like a dark cloud has lifted and I feel excited about what comes next.

I've been missing out on living my life the way I want.  The raw, organic way, the simple way.  We are all the masters of our own destiny and I'm choosing my own path.  I'm looking forward to nurturing my family, being kind to myself and owning my time.

I'm with Elsa!