‘Are you ready for this?’ A few people asked me the question as they arrived at the church for my son’s wedding. I didn’t know what to say. ‘No’, wasn’t an option, nor was it true. ‘Yes’, wasn’t completely right either. I had a whole load of emotions churning about as we waited for the…
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Something Just Like This
The end of the school year is fast approaching. Whatever I do seems to be a trade-off with something else important demanding attention. It’s not always practical, but emotional support needing to be given out. We’re into the last month of school madness – getting ready for one to go away, one to come back,…
Going Away ‘Mom-guilt’ Baking
‘What are your plans for the day?’ I work part-time so there are days in the week when I’m off. Sometimes, on these days, when my hard-working husband asks that question about my day, my back goes right up. I’m not sure why I get offended by it, as most of the time he’s just asking out…
Family Stories
This February marks living in Canada for seven years and my son’s twenty-first birthday. Around these celebrations and anniversaries many conversations round the dinner table start, ‘Do you remember when…’ We recount the memories surrounding previous birthdays and the stories surrounding our move to Canada. In fact, all year round we do this. ‘Do you remember…’ is…
‘Normal’ Family Life
The start of the school year is usually when ‘the normal’ kicks in. The routine is back, there’s a pattern to the school year, I know what to expect. This year I’m still waiting and I suspect ‘the normal’ is never going to be the same again. First we had the mad dash to get second-born,…
We Are Family!
Yesterday a piece of metal flew up underneath my son’s car and sliced through a brake line. Terrible timing just before he starts his placement at the end of his year of electrical training. We all felt a bit down. As a consequence his car is out of action and I drove him to work this…
A puzzling four years?
This coming week we celebrate four years in Canada. Sometimes we talk about when we first arrived. The children like to remember how old they were, how they had their hair and how different their voices were, the freezing cold as we stepped off the plane in Halifax, collecting Roxie from cargo and watching her…
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