Our weekend has been a funny one. Time seems to have been slowed and stretched at the same time. I’m not complaining because we got loads done! I might be the only one who usually finds I wake up Saturday, blink and find it’s already Sunday night. But this weekend has been wonderfully slow and relaxed.
Mother’s Day is a bitter sweet day for us. Sweet in that we get to make memories with our children, eat great food and spend quality time together. Bitter in that there are children who aren’t with us. Little ones gone too soon that we never got to meet, that we never got to see grow.
My gift from my husband and children this year was just perfect.
Do you ever have those days when you feel like you’ve been holding your breath all day? You get to the evening, dinner and bedtimes have been done, you slump into your favourite chair and breathe out like you’ve been waiting to do it all day. Sometimes you can reach the end of the week feeling like you’ve been holding one breath in for 5 days and finally the weekend is here and you can exhale at last.
Last week we sang Oceans, and whilst it isn’t my favourite (and yes I may have groaned inside and rolled my eyes like a petulant teenager) the words were necessary for so many of us. I felt the Holy Spirit fall over us like a soft blanket, and for many I felt they were held by Him for a moment, that their stormy waters were calmed.
We had prayed for good weather, and we got a pretty good deal. Warm, with low winds and no rain in sight. It took us a couple hours to reach or destination, a meal in celebration of my sister and brother-in-laws anniversary and the opportunity to gather as one huge family – albeit with a few missing unavoidably, but always on our minds and in our thoughts. Conservative celebrations with the niggle high tide appointments.
There have been times in my life when living hand to mouth would have been a luxury. Feeding myself or my daughter was the only choice and I was unhealthily thin living on cigarets and cups of tea. When you have kids you do whatever it takes. You can make a meal out of anything, even if it’s the last crust of bread and some gravy granules!