I’m sure the quote of the title isn’t meant to be funny but the never-say-die optimism makes me chuckle. Perhaps I’m not cut out for motivational thinking?
I have to admit I’ve been finding it hard to motivate myself to write this week. Having the goal of the run and the fundraising focused me and gave me something to work towards and therefore progress – or lack thereof – to relate. I’ve realised how beneficial it was for me to have that goal (echoes of being told I just had to find an aim in life as I floated through my teens and twenties…) and how invigorating I found being that busy. It was exciting busy rather than just the normal busy blur of washing and schoolbags and meals that my life generally is. My parents have made being busy into an art form; my Mum constantly has huge number of balls in the air and never seems to drop one (if she does she is amazing at damage limitation). I felt like that for about a week and I realise everyone benefited, I was more efficient in every area. I need a new challenge to save you all from my introspective pontificating!
Suggestions are welcome as long as they don’t involve running anytime soon. My ankles are slowly slowly recovering; it is really quite alarming how long it’s taking and how much I’m rattling! My amazing inspirational friend Joanna is doing the first of two 10K runs on Saturday – FOR FUN! Or at least a personal challenge. There is no way I would have managed it were it not for raising money for Darcy so I am full to the brim with admiration.
I can’t believe my firstborn is 7! I love remembering his first few months, the wonder and humility I felt – and utter helplessness at times. My Scotland memory box is not one I allow myself to access very often, knowing it will tinge my day with melancholy. But thinking of my dear friend mentioned above has allowed me to immerse myself and wallow. Life moves on apace, not just for the generation following us but the one in front too. Our control is so little perhaps all we can do is watch over our own little patch and hope for the best – take heart from children and keep it simple. I wish I could stand beside you Jojo to face the next chapter.
It seems we are all sentimental and love harking back to our childhoods – by watching funny montages on YouTube, ironic no? Perhaps it comes out of a natural nervousness of the future as the unknown, especially on our children’s behalf. Children are so beautifully in the now it’s hard not to envy them their lack of care about things past or anxiety about things to come – until it is suggested that the Wii might not be brought out at the weekend, then they’re plenty worried. I’ll never forget William’s first teacher at day-care telling me she had a book about managing children without ever resorting to punishment or bribes…she was fired soon after, maybe for not getting children, at all?
One thing that is driving me potty in terms of bribe material is the huge individual bag of sweets the parents of Sam’s rugby team dole out at the end of every match. Last week Sam’s loot surpassed that in the bags I made up for William’s 7th birthday party. It’s not simply the number of baddies being ingested at 9.00am after a lovely healthy start to the day, it’s the misplaced ‘reward’ they are getting. Isn’t the best reward the praise and excitement of their family and the feeling of having played to their best? Perhaps I am misguided and naive but I know that Sam is on a natural high before the sugar kicks in. Being such an old bore when it’s my turn I am going to go old school and take one bag of something like jelly snakes and give them one each. It may well seal my fate as the mean mum but I’ll be channelling the Bupa ad and telling myself they’ll thank me one day…
The Jamie Oliver food revolution day got no media coverage here but we had fun beginning the weekend of celebrations for William’s birthday with the complete mayhem that was our pizza party! Ten children at the end of the week armed with dough and tomato sauce, thank god my lovely friend Hannah brought a bottle of lovely fizz to get us through! The difference between the beautiful pizzas the girls produced and the chuck-it-all-on attitude of the boys won’t surprise those of you with both sexes but I will admit to having a(nother) moment of thinking how nice it would be to have someone in the house who would willingly sit down for more than five minutes at a time!
We had such fun playing mini golf with William’s friends on Sunday too, Andrew managed to burn some of the evil sugar and colourings (in the cake that he had, mostly, made!) out of them with soccer afterwards too – impressing some Mums with his speed into the bargain!