. . . .the words I long to hear! Ha ha!
My lovely friend told me today that she and her partner have decided to go away and get married, just them a few very close friends and their children. No extended family, no party, no hassle!
I guess luckily they both want the same thing. I agree with them I think getting married is about the two people getting married, not about what Great Auntie Doris thinks! The idea of the planning a wedding fills me with absolute dread!
My suggestion has always been we get married in a registrars office then have a blessing in Church, although we could get married in church, there wouldn't be a problem. The problem is the party after!
I don't think we would manage to have a lovely day without some kind of complaint, someone would somehow do something that would spoil it for us in some way . . . . . .
. . . .but then again the fall out from if we did run away to get married might be even worse!
It should be about us!! Just us and our children no one else!!!!
♥ Hope ~ Courage ~ Faith ~ Strength ♥
Friday 21 September 2012
Wednesday 19 September 2012
Getting my faith on . . . .
Catholicism is a way of seeing
Catholicism is a manner of life
Catholicism has a distinctive texture,feel and resonance
It all begins with and revolves around Jesus Christ, the Word of God
So my journey begins, I attended my first meeting tonight to 'enquire' about becoming a catholic. Although I suppose my journey began along time ago, I was brought up as a Christian, my Mother attended church and had such faith in God and in people. I never really attended church although I did go to Sunday School at the Salvation Army. I was one of only two people to get 100% attendance, not sure if that was more my parents wanting me out the way for an hour or two or if it was a me searching even as a child for answers.
After my Mother died from cancer that horrible disease I struggled to believe in anything. How could there be a God, who would do such a thing to a kind loving person. She believed in him, she believed in the goodness of people and yet she had cancer. My solution to this was to not to believe in anything any more! Such an easy cop out!
Then I met my partner and we became pregnant with our first baby, a week after we found out I started bleeding. For the first time in many years I prayed. Thankfully everything was ok baby was fine! My partner is catholic and asked that any children of ours went to catholic school and became baptised. I agreed to that but I asked that he would prove his faith as such by going to church. ( I honestly expected a few visits then for it all to tail off).
The first time we went was Remembrance Sunday and I was about 28 weeks pregnant feeling very self concious, but it was nice and everyone seemed friendly. Things happened he was working and I was in lots of pain so we never really got round to going back again until our little girl was 5 weeks old and it was Easter Sunday, since then we have never looked back, it is like someone described it tonight like coming home.
So my journey continues, my Father supports me, my partner supports me and I am looking forward to sharing this experience with my awesome children!
♥ Hope ~ Courage ~ Faith ~ Strength ♥
Catholicism is a manner of life
Catholicism has a distinctive texture,feel and resonance
It all begins with and revolves around Jesus Christ, the Word of God
So my journey begins, I attended my first meeting tonight to 'enquire' about becoming a catholic. Although I suppose my journey began along time ago, I was brought up as a Christian, my Mother attended church and had such faith in God and in people. I never really attended church although I did go to Sunday School at the Salvation Army. I was one of only two people to get 100% attendance, not sure if that was more my parents wanting me out the way for an hour or two or if it was a me searching even as a child for answers.
After my Mother died from cancer that horrible disease I struggled to believe in anything. How could there be a God, who would do such a thing to a kind loving person. She believed in him, she believed in the goodness of people and yet she had cancer. My solution to this was to not to believe in anything any more! Such an easy cop out!
Then I met my partner and we became pregnant with our first baby, a week after we found out I started bleeding. For the first time in many years I prayed. Thankfully everything was ok baby was fine! My partner is catholic and asked that any children of ours went to catholic school and became baptised. I agreed to that but I asked that he would prove his faith as such by going to church. ( I honestly expected a few visits then for it all to tail off).
The first time we went was Remembrance Sunday and I was about 28 weeks pregnant feeling very self concious, but it was nice and everyone seemed friendly. Things happened he was working and I was in lots of pain so we never really got round to going back again until our little girl was 5 weeks old and it was Easter Sunday, since then we have never looked back, it is like someone described it tonight like coming home.
So my journey continues, my Father supports me, my partner supports me and I am looking forward to sharing this experience with my awesome children!
♥ Hope ~ Courage ~ Faith ~ Strength ♥
The toilet 'training' of a two year old . . .
I am not sure if I really like the word 'training' when it comes to learning how to use the toilet or potty. Isn't toilet training what you do with dogs and cats? I much prefer learning how to control your bladder or recognising the urge to urinate or defecate! Training children to do something has never sat well with me! I didn't train them how to sleep, I didn't train them how to eat, so why do we call it toilet 'training'?
Also the thought of being stuck in the house for two weeks while they are 'trained' to use the toilet doesn't exactly thrill me! I know of parents who do that and all I think is 'you are crazy!!!' Wait until they are ready! As proven by a lovely friend of mine her little girl decided one day she was wearing knickers and would use the toilet/potty, she hasn't had to spend one day in the house toilet 'training'! Yes the occasional wet pair of pants but lets face what two year old doesn't have accidents!
But this brings us back to our two year old who is stubbornly refusing to use the toilet, not that we put any pressure on her, when she is ready she will do it. The last few weeks she has been asking to use the toilet for the occasional poo/wee, she is ready if we wanted to 'train' her, obviously we don't/won't do it that way.
This morning though she told us she wanted to use the toilet, so excitedly Daddy offered to take her to which she replied 'no toilet Daddy, its yucky and dirty, the chocolate goes down it and round and round. . . . and feeds the spiders . . . . . .' Well we obviously need to stop saying the toilet is dirty when she puts her hand down it! lol! But we also need to make clear that it definitely not chocolate that is going down it!
The joys of children! They are awesome!!
♥ Hope ~ Courage ~ Faith ~ Strength ♥
Also the thought of being stuck in the house for two weeks while they are 'trained' to use the toilet doesn't exactly thrill me! I know of parents who do that and all I think is 'you are crazy!!!' Wait until they are ready! As proven by a lovely friend of mine her little girl decided one day she was wearing knickers and would use the toilet/potty, she hasn't had to spend one day in the house toilet 'training'! Yes the occasional wet pair of pants but lets face what two year old doesn't have accidents!
But this brings us back to our two year old who is stubbornly refusing to use the toilet, not that we put any pressure on her, when she is ready she will do it. The last few weeks she has been asking to use the toilet for the occasional poo/wee, she is ready if we wanted to 'train' her, obviously we don't/won't do it that way.
This morning though she told us she wanted to use the toilet, so excitedly Daddy offered to take her to which she replied 'no toilet Daddy, its yucky and dirty, the chocolate goes down it and round and round. . . . and feeds the spiders . . . . . .' Well we obviously need to stop saying the toilet is dirty when she puts her hand down it! lol! But we also need to make clear that it definitely not chocolate that is going down it!
The joys of children! They are awesome!!
♥ Hope ~ Courage ~ Faith ~ Strength ♥
Tuesday 18 September 2012
I have a Facebook stalker . . . . .
. . . .is it you?
Its unlikely that it is because other than very good friends and my partner no one knows its me writing this blog!
♥ Hope ~ Courage ~ Faith ~ Strength ♥
Its unlikely that it is because other than very good friends and my partner no one knows its me writing this blog!
♥ Hope ~ Courage ~ Faith ~ Strength ♥
Monday 17 September 2012
Hmmmmmm that makes me sound like some type of drug dealer!
But I'm not I am a 36 year old Mother of two absolutely awesome (what a fantastic word!) children. My Partner and I have a funny, cheeky, bright 2 and half year old little girl and a cuddly, adventurous, amazing 8 month baby boy.
I suppose you are wondering why I am counting out my pills (not the contraceptive type) that is because I am trying to work out if I have enough of my painkillers to last until the end of next week. I have a chronic pain condition, the type really isn't important, but its enough to have left me disabled.
We are going on holiday next week, for four fun nights away in Scotland! I should be worrying about what to pack but no I am worrying if I have enough pain killers to last me until the end of next week. This is what my life has come down to, I go back to the fact that I am a Mother, my concerns should be do we have enough nappies, do I need buy any clothes for the children, do we need sunscreen or waterproofs? But no my concern is do I have enough pain killers to see me through or lets face it no one will have a good time if I am miserable and in pain!
This makes me feel such a failure as a Mother, I am not the Mother I was meant to be and I am not the Mother I want to be! But did I mention that I have two awesome children and a wonderful partner? So maybe life isn't so bad after all! Now I am going to go and write a list of things for that wonderful partner of mine to do, because being disabled means that I have to rely on him completely. But that is another story!
♥ Hope ~ Courage ~ Faith ~ Strength ♥
But I'm not I am a 36 year old Mother of two absolutely awesome (what a fantastic word!) children. My Partner and I have a funny, cheeky, bright 2 and half year old little girl and a cuddly, adventurous, amazing 8 month baby boy.
I suppose you are wondering why I am counting out my pills (not the contraceptive type) that is because I am trying to work out if I have enough of my painkillers to last until the end of next week. I have a chronic pain condition, the type really isn't important, but its enough to have left me disabled.
We are going on holiday next week, for four fun nights away in Scotland! I should be worrying about what to pack but no I am worrying if I have enough pain killers to last me until the end of next week. This is what my life has come down to, I go back to the fact that I am a Mother, my concerns should be do we have enough nappies, do I need buy any clothes for the children, do we need sunscreen or waterproofs? But no my concern is do I have enough pain killers to see me through or lets face it no one will have a good time if I am miserable and in pain!
This makes me feel such a failure as a Mother, I am not the Mother I was meant to be and I am not the Mother I want to be! But did I mention that I have two awesome children and a wonderful partner? So maybe life isn't so bad after all! Now I am going to go and write a list of things for that wonderful partner of mine to do, because being disabled means that I have to rely on him completely. But that is another story!
♥ Hope ~ Courage ~ Faith ~ Strength ♥
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)