As the corks pop, glasses clink and fireworks light up around the country , we all wished each other a happy New Year. Some made resolutions and some made secret wishes for a better year. Though as in most things you should be careful what you wish for. All that only seems like yesterday but already were over a quarter of the way through the year. And what busy year it is proving to be. Nothing major is happening to me but the children’s Dad is moving house and some how my garage has got filled up and sleeping plans have all changed whilst its happening. My eldest has exams , ball, leaving date , new college to start ..hang on ..she has the date she leaves secondary school. Surely not, it was only yesterday she started nursery wasn’t it? Where does the time go and why does have to rush past so quick without a backward glance or even a wave.
If I look back to myself at my daughters age I had already left home. Not that I left middle of the school year but I was one of the youngest in my year and my daughter is one of the eldest. I know only too well that life for my daughter will start to gain pace and she too will be complaining that life is going to fast. As a family the children and I haven’t had any holidays. They have had holidays with their Dad but I just haven’t been able to afford it. Maybe this year I should look into some cheap May Bank holiday breaks. Even if its a few days I think I should mark the ending of school and to spend some valuable time with them both before they both start dashing around. The last holiday I had with the children was when I was married and we went to Butlins. Oh now there’s a thought maybe we could visit Butlins this year. I would of course be all nostalgic and would keep telling the story of the last time we were there. My daughter must have been about 3 and my son was crawling age. We were in our chalet and I asked my husband to bring the baby to me in the bedroom to put him down to sleep. After a long silence I went into the lounge to see my husband looking around a little baffled with no baby. It was warm and sunny and the door was open. Bum high in the air crawling down the path was our son making his bid for freedom.