Coming Home

Yay tray buddy and bear
I love the feeling you get on the last few days of a holiday, when the impending deadline of that journey home beckons and you start thinking about the life you’re about to slip back into.

Or is it just me?

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Coming Home

A way of life

12 months old
I’ve been away from this a while. Sammy’s first birthday flew past, as have probably a lot of the things I wanted to remember. But that’s ok. Motherhood is in full force. The adventure’s now a way of life… the heavy eyes, the heart-bursting delights and the slight bewilderment are still there, but they are the every day. Juggling is the norm and the best I can do is enough. I hope. Things will never be like they were before Sammy. The perfectionist has had to drop the act and try to acknowledge her achievements each day. The house might be begging for a scrub, it may have been weeks since I’ve eaten a proper lunch besides the scraps Sammy has discarded, but it doesn’t matter. Time has never been so precious.

So I’m not cross at myself for neglecting this space.

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A way of life