Yesterday, I produced a sparkler candle for my 7 year old’s birthday cake. I was excited to see his little face when the sparkles would begin to pop and sizzle.
It had the number 8 on it.
I had absent mindedly grabbed the number 8….to go on my shop bought Woolies mud cake. Because I am a crap baker and I would rather spend my energy doing something else to make his little world happy. Work on my strengths, perhaps. I love singing and making up cheeky songs with the kids, I like having shots of basketball (not so much soccer), and I love the achievement of setting a giant load of washing to go (and subsequently forgetting about it, but…the intention is good)!
Sometimes, I feel a little bit like a square peg in the school car park.
But…both my kids faces light up when we have been apart and sometimes. Both still hold my hand ‘just because’. They have each got funny little senses of humour; one wildly bold, one a bit more of a ‘thinker’. Both kids are pretty unadventurous when it comes to food, but I’ll own that one. Though none of us are perfect, they are (mostly) kind and always loving.
So I am OK with not being a well ’rounded’ peg. I am OK being a bit of a sturdy square.
I loved this article that Jess Rowe shared on the weekend. I completely feel the way that Jessica is embracing, “the joy of ageing; I was caring less and less what people thought of me.” Hell yes, Jess!
I also kinda love the fact that my husband sent me the link first thing this morning. Because he ‘gets’ me and my quirks and my good and my bad.
Let’s all try to keep a little bit of rainbow in our day.
Thanks, Jessica Rowe, for nailing it as always.
(*But I still am not a cat fan, nor will I ever be.)
