Reflecting weekly on the beauty in every day moments, reasons to be thankful and celebrating small successes with the #myhearty life linky.
(all rather Easter orientated this week!)
I’m grateful for . . .
The school holidays and not having to rush to get up and out in the morning. Euan has stayed in his pyjamas all day a couple of times and he says it’s one of his favourite things about school holidays. As Easter approached I had that feeling that we should make the most of the break and visit somewhere using our National Trust membership like we did last Easter. The poor weather however made it easy to choose the opposite, to switch gears and savour the slow pace of staying in. On slow mode, no timescales, no agenda. Our days over the Easter weekend were a lovely blur of playing, lego making, snacking and hiding mini eggs. We did attempt an Easter egg hunt at Woodchester Park on Sunday but the rest of Gloucestershire obviously had the same idea and cars were lining the entry road for half a mile or more from the car park. We’d had to make an emergency stop en-route for E who felt car sick so we turned tail and headed for nearby Selsley Common for some fresh air. It was the right decision as poor E emptied his stomach as G turned off the engine and immediately felt better. Our amble on the common was just what we needed and the boys enjoyed being the masters of our route with us following slowly behind them. They barely noticed we were there as raced off happily (can you tell from that first photo that G is running to keep up with L!). They loved exploring in their own little world of imaginative play in the dip of a small quarry calling out from time to time only to point out something interesting they’d spotted or had made. Luca gave a few dog walkers a surprise when he kept scrambling up steep slopes and appearing as if from nowhere over the top.
I succeeded with …
Containing the chocolate fest that is Easter to the weekend and letting the boys decide how much they ate. It sounds mad even reading it like that but when presented with an Easter egg the size of your head you’re not going to easily wrestle it from a toddler’s grip. E didn’t even have his first Easter egg until he was about 4 years old and it lasted for about a month. Luca’s first egg at age nearly two lasted an hour, albeit shared beautifully with his brother who was happy to delay opening his realising it meant double chocolate for him in the long run. In the afternoon E wanted to re-hide the eggs from his morning hunt, a concept L just couldn’t grasp so he was given his share of eggs. My instincts were screaming ‘just one, save them, think of how much sugar that is if he eats them all” but I rolled with letting him work his way through them. And it turned out he really liked the process of unpeeling the foil wrappers, would take a bite and then move on to the next one. So the total amount of chocolate he ate was not even half as much as it looked like. And the result, no adverse change in behaviour or affect on sleep overnight (he did have more energy by bedtime than he would normally after a 2 hour bimble outside!). Confirming perhaps that by limiting sweet treats as part of a healthy lifestyle the seasonal blow outs aren’t going to do much harm. And an important lesson noted that children do stop when they feel they’ve had enough and it’s important to give them that experience occasionally rather than always leaving them with the sense of wanting more.
I found beauty in …
Hiding Easter eggs around the house and watching the boys race off to find them. It was probably a common sight in many homes last weekend but what moved me so much was how it spoke to the relationship between my boys. There’s 4 years and 3 months between them so it could be understandably annoying to have your nearly 2 year old brother trailing round after you. But E is always so nurturing with Luca and they share in a way that pours right out of their heart and not because anyone tells them too (this was evident in Luca sharing with E but grabbing his egg to his chest saying ”my, my” when I asked if he had a bite for me. If these brothers continue to be the best friends they are at age 2 and 6 then I know I’ll have done a good job of parenting.
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