I’m sure for every parent it’s different, because every child, every parent, every life is different. But for me, some things just still gets to me more than others. Some in a good way… and some in a not-so-good way. Some things bring back good memories, and others trigger the tears.
Mother Theresa said “Be happy in the moment, that’s enough. Each moment is all we need, not more.”
Every now and again I love to just let-it-go with my kids. To have a silly moment with Anika, just being carefree – forgetting about her shunt, her wheelchair, her therapy. Or a few minutes of full-on, hardcore play with Reuben – without worrying about work, what he could break or the noise we’re making – he can be VERY loud sometimes.
In 2015, my mother-in-law and I decided to take on the unknown – so the two of us went to Italy – for 3 weeks – by plane, bus, train, tram, ship, ferry and CAR!
Me, not being used to an automatic shift car, had to drive – on the “wrong” side of the road – in an unknown country… with which felt like 10 000 roundabouts along the way.
In Siena we decided to leave the car at our (very idyllic) farm stay cottage, (I think mainly so that I don’t take off ANOTHER side mirror of some poor Italian guy who just happened to park alongside the road) and take the bus into town. Well, our trip into town and back was a bit challenging – to say the least 🙂