three hundred and four

 

I am grateful for two sweet, kind, self motivated and sometimes bloody cheeky daughters. I love how they just get on with what needs to be done, and am very grateful it is acknowledged. I can’t pretend I wasn’t very proud tonight. You go girls.

three hundred and two

 

I am grateful for the unexpected pics I find on my phone, the little gifts from my girls. A little smile at the discovery and for that fraction of a second nothing else exists. Just love.

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My friends and I have often discussed moms and their kids. Throughout the years.  As in lionesses and their cubs.  And the one thing we have all always recognised is that the one thing that you can never ever do is criticise another child’s behaviour. Even if you believe it’s warranted. And I believe that. I can say my princess is damn cheeky, but if you say it I dare say my lioness hackles will rise. So I get it. And then there’s the behaviour itself and what we find acceptable in our kids. And in others. Or not. And here we all differ. But one thing I find very hard to stand by and not respond to is ganging up, bitchiness, meanness. Unkindness. And I don’t care who is doing it. Two against one. Even if the intention is not to hurt as much as it sadly does. Not in my own home and not out in the world. And I’ve seen my own daughter have a hand in someone’s pain, in our home. And maybe not really knowing exactly how unkind her seemingly innocent disregard of another was. But I made damn sure she understood. As a mother should. Because this lioness protects all cubs not just her own. I simply cannot tolerate unkindness in my midst. Ever. And while I can’t fix the whole world I can speak up when it happens in my little world. And yes, to my cubs. Consequences be damned.

three hundred

 

10 November. I am grateful for that ahhh moment. For the smell, the taste, the warmth, the caffeine hit, the blend, the barista, whatever. It just works for me. Especially on a Saturday morning.

two hundred and ninety seven

I am grateful for the dinner Kate cooked for Jem and I tonight. But not so much for the sulks and slammed doors that happened thereafter because Jem wasn’t hungry and Kate felt she should have been more appreciative. Nor for being disdainfully accused of having anger management problems after I raised my voice (a little) to try and restore calm in the house, as one does.  Jeez Kate reminds me of me at that age. I remember thinking I was surrounded by idiots. I can see she thinks it too. Little shit. Yip, it all went down in the Cawood household tonight. I blame late nights and far too many hormones. Oh, but I am   grateful for the spotless kitchen Kate left. My baby really is growing up.

two hundred and ninety four

 

I am grateful for two hands, one big and one small that found each other across the bed on a Sunday morning. I love our family Sunday morning cuddles, made even more precious because B is leaving us on Monday again.