I’m not the best at relaxation. I’m always on the go with one project or another, going here or there, and generally keeping busy. But, when I’m not, I’m pretty much a blob. I “rest” by watching TV or surfing the web (or, more specifically, social media), rather than actually taking a break for my mind as well as my body.
This week, we meet Sheila, mother of two under two – a boy and a girl. Sheila’s story is short and sweet, a tale of love and support, and a little bit of faith. Sheila doesn’t currently have a blog, so I’m really glad Sheila decided to share her story in this series!
‘You got this’, my husband said to me. I smiled and we exchanged a soft kiss, but inside I was unsure, and I knew he was too.
We’d spent the last two hours or so in a hospital room waiting for our scheduled C-section. This was our second C-section, so everyone told us it would be a piece of cake. This isn’t a negative birth story, I promise. But, after the drama we experienced with our first one just seventeen months prior, we both were aware that anything could happen.
Capricorns are big dreamers. I’ve always had big ideas about what I wanted to be when I grew up (or not be, as the case may be!). I’m lucky to have always had the support of my family and friends whenever I’ve wanted to achieve something. But it takes more than luck and support; it takes dedication, a lot of hard work, and the strength to stand up and try again if, at first, you fail. And that’s a lesson I want to teach my son.
I don’t even have to think about this one – I have two: heights and needles. Thankfully, I have never been on so high a precipice as to be classified as acrophobic, so I don’t really know how afraid of heights I am … I just know I don’t want to be looking down when I’m crossing a bridge. And needles? Just, eew.
I’ve always loved antique photos. There’s just something about them that draws me in. Perhaps the elegant vestments, or the sophisticated poses, or even the stern expressions – you just know that they hold an entire history in one image …
I really don’t know where to begin with this prompt. It’s been quite a while since I last read a novel, sadly. I used to read everyday on the train to work; but, as I started driving to work later in my pregnancy, I stopped and haven’t really started again. I’ve read one book since J was born …
Speaking of movies, I happen to be watching one with my little man right now. Finding Nemo is a great film for kids. I like it because it’s full of colour – bright colours appeal to my son, who’s only 8 months old. His favourite is Aladdin, full of rich reds, purples and golds. But, back to Nemo for now.
“Love is patient; love is kind and envies no one. Love is never boastful, nor conceited, nor rude; never selfish, not quick to take offence. Love keeps no score of wrongs; does not gloat over another’s sins, but delights in the truth. There is nothing love cannot face; there is not limit to its faith, its hope, and its endurance. In a word, there are three things that last forever: faith, hope, and love; but the greatest of them all is love.” (1 Corinthians 13)
There are so many quotes about love out there, and most of them are about romantic love. But love is not just a romantic or sexual concept. Dictionary.com defines love as:
‘1. a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person.
2. a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection, as for a parent, child, or friend.
3. sexual passion or desire.’
In a long line of enthusiastic cooks, my culinary arts come as somewhat of a disappointment. The running joke in my family is that Mum will have to teach my brother (who apparently shows more interest in it than I) to cook, so that the line of good cooks continues.
I’m not a funny person. I don’t have that natural ability to just make a joke out of anything. Now, witty? I would probably accept that label, but that’s not the topic of today’s conversation!
I have to admit that this prompt had me completely stuck so stuck, that I took a couple of days to think about it, and other things ended up getting in the way. (Is it a joke that as I was about to leave the car dealership with my newly-purchased SUV, that I discovered that the driver’s seat moves up and down electrically, but that this function didn’t actually work and I ended up waiting for another two hours for it to get fixed? No? Well, then …)