It’s been a strange and sad kind of few days. Coincidentally the hubby and I have each lost someone we’ve known for a really long time and we’ve been a bit like passing ships with the funerals and just generally being with friends and family at a sad time. It’s made us both take a bit of a step back and take stock of all the good in our lives and reflect on the lives of those that have passed. When you become a blogger there is a temptation to sometimes write about everything buzzing through your head and the risk of over sharing. I could write a huge long post on the aunt that passed (a friend’s mum), but it wouldn’t be right of me to do it. What I will say about her is that over the last few days, through observing the sheer number of people that have come to pay their respects, is that she was a genuinely amazing person. She lived the simplest of lives, without ever becoming involved in drama, and attracted an immense amount of love and friendship through her kind nature. To have people flock to you without courting the lime light that people love so much these days shows a pretty wonderful character and soul.
Through the cloud of sadness and stumbling through difficult times, there are the little young people that are oblivious to what’s going on. The little hurricanes that just want to play be happy and provide much needed moments of relief and laughter and comfort. The ones that provide that extra special hug happily for about 30 seconds before breaking free for their next adventure.
Our own little hurricane has been no different. Determined to keep hold of summer, Little Z tried to find ways he could still wear his Mickey Mouse Haviannas that little bit longer. We were so late to go out I ended up letting him. Thankfully he’s decided since that shoes are a bit more practical. Hopefully this means he no longer thinks flip flops with socks is acceptable attire.
He’s also working hard on his negotiation skills this week. There is a huge reluctance to go back to pre-school and I know there will be plenty of tears on the first day back after the very long summer break. He woke on Sunday morning and brokered his deal,
“We won’t go nursery today, can we go Nana house today?”
Me: “Hmm, I don’t know. Will you promise to go tomorrow?”
Little Z looking pleased: “Yes. We not go today but I go tomorrow”
I spent most of the day reminding him about his excellent negotiation skills and resulting victory. I’m hoping this means a better drop off come Monday.