My little miracle baby is all grown up, she’s made it, she’s beaten the odds and become a gorgeous healthy special young woman. I can’t help but remember how it all began, with that fateful trip through the dim corridors of the hospital, when I was told I had a 70% chance of delivering a live baby. And all those people who told us to baptise her in the hospital, “just in case”. I always believed in her, I never doubted that she would survive and thrive, and so she has.
Before Smiley I would’ve run a mile at the idea if being a mum to a child with severe disabilities, but now I cannot imagine life without her. Ever.
More here including lots and lots of new pictures
Welsh poet and writer Dylan Thomas was born one hundred years ago today, but I wonder have my children even heard of him. I’m not actually a big reader of poetry, but Dylan was different. His words really got under my skin, and scratched those raw places in my psyche like nothing else could.
It was a family thing too: my third name was given in memory of his wife, and I have inherited a well-thumbed copy of Under Milk Wood that I always read aloud in a really bad Welsh accent.
Something different today: a dear friend and published author, Patricia McAdoo, has written a review in her unique style of one of my favourite bags: the Minnie Amelie from Mia Tui.
Gone Girl Gone
Once upon a time there was a very muddled girl. Whenever she had to do the early morning school run, she would rush bleary eyed through the house wailing, ‘Where the hell are my car keys gone?’ And if anyone tried to help by asking where she might have left them, she would snap ‘I don’t know do I? They’re just gone!’
When she reached the top of a busy supermarket queue, she invariably dived red faced into her bag as people behind her shuffled from foot to foot and the checkout guy tapped his fingers on the till. She would smile a faint smile and mutter: ‘I just know my card’s here somewhere but it seems to be gone!’
I may have mentioned that Netflix kindly gave this family the opportunity to watch whatever we like for a year for free, giving me a whole new subject to blog about too. This month I’m writing about my top five films on Netflix, and linking up Kate Takes Five’s Listography on the same theme. No it’s not a coincidence. Like I said, I’m blogging for fun right now, so there may be more of this.
It’s the start of a very busy and important week here, and hopefully I will have lots of wonderful reasons to be cheerful to report back next week. But we’re not there yet, so I’ve scratched around and found a few for today:
It’s funny the things that happen on-line, the people you meet and connect with. People who have the same interests as you, something I never thought possible: I used to keep really quiet about being an adult who watched Dr Who and read The Lord of the Rings, but I don’t have to do that any more. There are also so many people whose politics I like, who worry about the present and think about the future. And who, like me, have always read books that imagine how our future could look, even though it’s usually bleak.
Now that’s gone mainstream. Between Divergent, The Hunger Games and numerous TV series, dystopian futures are having their moment in the sun. So I got all excited when Jax at Liveotherwise blogged about dystopian fiction, and what was planned as a long comment on her post, grew into something else.
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I’ve decided that September is my favourite month of the year. It’s a time for new beginnings and good intentions. Family life here is unusual at the best of times, but in September at least it was blissfully predictable. That gave me head space, to do things for me, time to think, solve problems, get things done. But now unpredictability has crept in again, and every morning I wake up not knowing what the day will bring, or what plans will have to be changed or adjusted. This is when working on my reasons to be cheerful becomes more important than ever. And I have a big one for this week!
Read all about it here