Emotions

This week, Tara at Sticky Fingers has teamed up the Gallery with the Writing Workshop hosted by Josie at Sleep is for the Weak. The task? Emotions. It's a tough one! Here is my contribution...

My mum always used to tell me that I could never hide how I was feeling. All she had to do was look into my eyes and she knew if I was OK or not. I think that is still true.

Since having T my emotions have gone all over the place. Before I would get upset about things but I'd keep myself in check. Now I sob at the slightest thing - sad films, happy news, frustration...

But these days I just don't care so much. The fact that I can look at my son and be overwhelmed with love for him, so much that it makes me cry, how can it be wrong to feel that sort of emotion?

And Thomas? Well, these photos say it all. The excitement of Grandad showing him how to water the plants; the sheer joy at watering the plants; the happiness when he realises he can REFILL the watering can! Emotions on a different level. A level so innocent, it makes me cry...

Creatures

This is my contribution to the Gallery this week - subject: Creatures!

What is it?

A sheep! Apparently...

:-)

Motherhood

This is my contribution to this week's Gallery by Tara over at Sticky Fingers.

I don't think I can easily write about what motherhood means to me. It was so powerful. That moment of becoming a mother, when suddenly this little person appeared and all he needed was me. My heart burst and I was overwhelmed.

The journey to becoming a 'mum' was hard and it was painful. I thought I'd be a natural, having grown up with so many nieces and nephews, but breastfeeding was impossible, doing anything was impossible, taking a shower would be the one solitary thing I managed to do each day. And then it got better... it got easier. It was still hard but it was difficult for different reasons. I was now confident. I knew I could do it and I knew that I was good at it. I could take him out for an afternoon and it would all be OK. We could even get on a bus and go into town, imagine!

Now motherhood is the wonderment I feel when I watch him explore and discover. So many things for him to learn, and excitement to be found everywhere. I care for him, I play with him and I try and teach him.

This photo was taken at Millport. He had the whole beach to look at, the rocks to explore, other kids to play with, so what did he do? He sat in the grass and gazed in amazement at the kernels. He amazes me :-)

What do boys play with?

What do boys play with? Having spent plenty of time with my nieces, this was the problem I was faced with when we discovered I was having a boy. I worried! Girls play with dolls, and dress like fairies, and have tea parties. Boys? What do boys do?

I grew up with three brothers and was more of a tomboy than a girly girl so I don't know why I worried!

It turns out my husband knows EXACTLY what Thomas wants to play with. Always has. "Maybe he'd like a ball" - he loved the ball. "Maybe he'd like a drum" - he loved the drum. "Maybe we should get some Lego" ... you get the drift don't you?

My husband is brilliant. He knows exactly what Thomas wants. Books, toys, clothes. He always gets it right and that is part of what makes him a brilliant dad.

What do I think now about having a boy? I think it is brilliant :-)

This is my entry for Tara's Gallery this week - the topic was 'Still life'. Lego Man was pretty still at the time...