Little Hands 

Little hands playing hard, grasping, grabbing and turning 

Little hands exploring things, practicing and learning 

Little hands that do things that maybe they shouldn’t do

Ripping and drawing, messing up, learning like me and you

Little hands holding mine, gripping with such affection 

Little hands trusting me, strengthening our connection 

Little hands getting dirty, investigating outside 

Little hands getting stronger, letting children expand their minds

Little hands creating, covered up with paint and glue

Little hands imagining and designing something new 

Little hands gripping, pulling little bodies up high

Little hands giving confidence, just as if they could reach the sky

Little hands eating, taking food up to mouths so small 

Little hands working to allow bodies to grow up tall

Little hands loving, gently holding precious things 

Little hands looking after and enjoying what new life brings 

Little hands lying still, all cosy in their bed

Little hands so quiet and calm, resting by a little head 

Little hands that one day won’t be so very small

Little hands that grow and change, right in front of us all

Little hands that I treasure, holding on while I have the chance

Little hands that swing and twirl, sharing in another dance 

Little hands and little hearts, children that I adore 

Little hands and little smiles 

Little girls that make my heart soar

Singing in the rain 

IMG_2576 (2)The other day, another hot and sticky one, I was upstairs getting through a mountain of clean washing and my girls (much to my delight) were playing happily in Miss C’s bedroom. I knew that my job was days overdue and I was happy to finally be distraction-free.

Then the thunder started. Quite faintly at first but enough to make the girls stop what they were doing and run to me.

I don’t think they’ve ever really heard it before. Miss C said she was scared as she listened to it increase in volume.

I tried to distract them by telling them to listen to the raindrops instead. They were eagerly awaited on this particularly hot day and we went to the window to watch them fall.

The rain got gradually heavier and before long was making a tremendous noise on the rooftops and windows. I suggested we go to the front door to really see how heavy it was.

Once downstairs the three of us stood in the doorway holding our hands out to catch the raindrops.

My girls loved it!

Before long I was carrying them out in turn, holding them for a few seconds with their mouths open to catch the rain before running back inside again.

I can’t remember who actually had the idea to go outside, whether it was me or Miss C who suggested it.

Well, whoever it was, that’s what happened.

Umbrellas in hand and wellies on, we all went out into the front garden. The puddles were enormous, the rain heavier than ever and faint rumbles of thunder could still be heard in the distance.

I stood there watching my girls have an absolute ball!

They were jumping in puddles, holding their hands out to catch the raindrops, spinning around with their umbrellas and generally just having fun.

Little Miss A held her umbrella out to the side and let her hair get wet, while Miss C bent her knees and jumped into a puddle with both feet, making the water splash as high as her waist.

People were driving past in cars and I wondered what they must have thought of the picture they saw.

But I didn’t care.

I thoroughly enjoyed standing there and watching my two little girls in their shorts and their wellies having fun in the rain.

I didn’t have a camera on me, I don’t think it would have been a good idea using it in torrential rain anyway, but the memory of it will always be there. I will never forget the picture I saw and the noises I heard, the stamps and splashes, the giggles and squeals.

And the two girls didn’t care about a photograph anyway.

We weren’t outside more than ten minutes, a small portion of the day, but that’s the part that they remembered at bedtime. That’s what they told their daddy about when he came home from work.

Sometimes these things just happen. Opportunities just present themselves that you have to make the most of.

And you can’t always capture the moment with a picture.

Just before we came in from the rain, Miss C looked up at me with excited eyes and a great big smile, and she said,

“Mummy, I like thunder now!”

Messy fun

Today, I was in the front room and I heard loud laughs and cheers from my eldest and really hearty giggles from my youngest, both of whom were in the living room. 
I wondered what was happening to make them laugh so much. 
When I walked in I saw that they had been in our craft drawer and emptied a FULL tub of cut up pieces of tissue paper all over the floor. 
My two-year-old was scooping them up, throwing them in the air and watching them fall to the ground, to the complete amusement of her sister. 

She saw me and said, ‘we’re having lots of fun, mummy! Come and join us!’ 

After my initial, ‘arggghh, look at the mess’ reaction, I did!! 

It was much more fun joining them than it was to worry and stress about the state of the floor. We would have been cleaning up anyway, what did an extra twenty minutes or so matter? And do you know, it actually was fun! 
Tissue-paper-angels anyone?! 😊😊

Growing Up

Where has my baby gone?

This afternoon I took my little girl to a dance class. Now, I always knew I would probably do this, she loves to dance (and sing), always has, however most dance schools don’t take children until they’re three years old. 

This one appeared in my parish newsletter last week and said they started from age two. I rang up this morning and before I knew it, we were there. 
My toddler is two years old and sometimes seems big to me, in comparison to her baby sister, and sometimes seems small, when she’s with her big cousins. 
Today she was of similar age to the other children there but that wasn’t what I noticed; I saw a class of six girls, dancing! 
They were holding hands in a circle, they were sitting on the floor, they were listening to the teacher and together, they formed a class. 
My beautiful, precious baby who I brought home from the hospital five minutes ago was now part of a class. 
She suddenly seemed so grown up right in front of me and it hit me like I did not expect. I suddenly felt like I was not ready for this; but she definitely was ready, and loved it so much, it would be selfish of me to not continue to take her. It’s just, in my head, once they start school that’s it, you never have them home and all to yourself ever again. 

She starts school next year so I know I have one more year of keeping her. Tonight seemed to propel the idea of me sending her off into the world further forward. 
It will do her good to mix with the other children and to follow instructions from another adult, I know this. Being part of something like this will encourage her with friendships and will probably ease her transition into nursery school too. 
My head is telling me that it is a very good thing. She loves to dance so much, even though she did occasionally do her own thing this afternoon; the little toddler appeared again when she ran like a free-spirit around the room. 

However, for the majority of the time she did really well listening and copying and joining in, I was so proud of her. 
But when I think back now to the girl I saw in that room, I can’t seem to shake the question; ‘where has my baby gone?’