Rhythm and Giggle Music

Why is that?

Love this!

Every night 🤦‍♀️

Ahhhh yup!

This is so our boys 🤣

My husband said to me this morning as he got the kids ready for a day out.

“They'll never remember. All this stuff we do with them, the places we take them...they won't remember much of it".

He is right. They wont. Not much of it anyway. But still, it matters. Because he and I will remember.

Someday in the future,

As the door opens and our son introduces his first girlfriend or boyfriend, we will remember a time when all that mattered in his world was his mum and dad. And that how we treated him painted the canvass of how he sees this first relationship.

As our teenage daughter runs up the stairs claiming we dont understand her, we will remember that all it took when she was 5-years-old was a kiss, a cuddle, and soothing words. And that although she has no memory of it, she returns for those words at aged 15.

We will remember as we choose the paint that will redecorate the hall. That we dont have to worry about the expensive paint that you can rub handprints from anymore. And I will yearn, I will ache, for a tiny handprint on my wall.

And as I watch my children with their children, I will remember that every trip to the park, every day we bombed them with love, every time we played hide and seek, we shaped the map that they walked upon in their quest to be a good parents, themselves.

And as I walk along the beach someday in years to come, my face lined with the creases of my thoughts, my moments of panic, and my moments of joy, I will feel the hot sand on the soles of my feet and remember my child walking to the sea with his dad on a day that I thought would last forever, but has now long gone.

I'll remember.

And my darling child, I will tell you what you dont remember...

Holding your 8 pound body against my skin was a feeling that would defy what I ever thought possible.

Holding your hand as you took your first steps. Away from me. Towards the world.

Holding your waist as you navigated a pathway that had imaginary crocodiles trying to snap your ankles.

Holding it together when your daddy threw you up into the air, you squealing with delight, me squirming with anticipation.

Holding a book, a breast pump, a baby, and a hand whilst I read you a story.

Holding back the tears when you had me filled with pride at your school play.

And you may say, “I dont remember any of that".

No.

But I will.

And I watch you transition from child to teenager to adult to parent to home owner, I will know that what I remember, keeps you close to me.

And what you dont remember, made you, you.

And no matter how old you are, precious little child, should you find yourself up in the air, call us.

Daddy knows how to catch you.

Remember?

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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written by Kate Brennan
Photo by Shane Brilly
shared with permission

My house this morning 🤣

Anyone else? Lockdown fun 🤦‍♀️

Monday morning musings of a working Mum...

It's been a crazy week.

Woohoo! Things are happening people! Finalising a venue hopefully in the next week or so then will have classes available!!
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Exciting times!!!

Just in case you need an excuse 🤣
You deserve it 🙊🙉🙈