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 …)
The most important lesson I’ve learnt in my mothering journey so far, is that nothing is certain. Almost everything you think will happen (or not!) either happens differently or not at all. What do I mean by this? Perhaps these tips will paint a clearer picture …
Last night, I couldn’t sleep. There was no particular reason – I was plenty tired. I tried reading myself to sleep, listening to meditation tracks – it just wasn’t happening. I didn’t fall asleep until around 1am, and only got about three hours sleep. But I’m actually happy that I was awake so late …
As mums, we spend a lot of time feeling guilty, when we probably shouldn’t. We feel guilty for feeling tired, for wanting to eat a meal that hasn’t gone cold, for wanting a couple of minutes of silence. We shouldn’t feel guilty for those things – they’re not a lot of ask for, but we push them aside in favour of holding our babies when they’re crying or doing the laundry because we’ve run out of clothes.