How lovely it can be

How lovely it can be, when you discover a slightly new way of doing things.

How lovely it can be to delight in the unexpected giggless from your three-oist, all the while knowing it will be soon followed by protesting and rage.

How lovely it can be to sit with the tears and frustration of your youngest, listening to his personal tumult. Not trying to fix it, just helping to move through the emotion.

How lovely it can be to remember you are a patient person, aiming to lead the family unit with compassion, empathy.

How lovely it can be to remind yourself that you are raising two precious children, with one hell of a partner.

How lovely it can be to realise our day-to-day is where we hoped it would be, after opening ourselves to the vulnerability change can bring.

How lovely it can be to be avail oneself to the chaos of the double drop, followed by a short drive to work. Those cuddles goodbye, those questions “what we do today mumma” and “did you know, at school, we learn about science, and THE MOON”.

How lovely it can be to see the hard work and focus of your eldest, improving his confidence and ability each day.

How lovely it can be to remember the love of your life is always there, to listen these terrible realisations.

How lovely it can be to allow the space to reframe.

Xx

Ps. It’s amazing how a morning with a little more time for cuddles, allowing a space for reflection, can completely reframe your mindset. That, and an earlier coffee!

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