It’s my birthday and I’ll be happy if I want to

I woke up this morning feeling an unfamiliar sense of contentment and satisfaction. It was almost a confidence that everything is going to be okay after all, that my hard work will pay off, that my family will be fine and my friends will be there for me. It is the day of my 33rd birthday and I’m truly grateful for life.


It is particularly satisfying that I still get presents! Yay! My son presented me with an amazing rocket this morning before bath time. Don’t you just love it?


Looking now at the rocket on my windowsill, it truly depicts a part of my personality – the need to fly and outdo myself, sometimes moving this quickly and aiming too high. Rockets…why didn’t I think of that?

I’ve learned the value of solace (again!) in the past year. New ideas come to me that way – not necessarily in silence. For instance, music really inspires. At University, no one understood why I studied with music on. Music helps me sleep and puts me in a good mood in the morning. Music IS solace. It is for this reason that this present is spot on.


But my life is busy. I have to accept that solace will happen only occasionally. Anything to help things along is much appreciated. It would be great to have longer days of say, 30 hours, to cook faster, to need less sleep, and be a genius such that I don’t have to study so much. Therefore, this cookbook is amazing! I can make 100 different soups from ONE recipe! I think I’ve just been awarded a couple more hours to my days.


I want to thank everyone who sent me messages or called to wish me a happy birthday. You accentuated the great feeling I had this morning. It’s a feeling that will last a very long time. Thank you.

To the boy I love…

on his 6th birthday:

My handsome boy's got attitude. Like!

I want you to know that you are so very special. You touch the heart of everyone you meet. You are confident, thoughtful and funny. You put others before yourself. Please continue to do this even when it is hard. Also treat yourself well.

I see parts of me in you. Like your desire to please others at the detriment of your happiness and even safety! I remember when you came home from school without your gloves one winter’s day. I asked about your gloves and you said you gave it to a boy who didn’t have a pair. “He was freezing, mummy!” you said with complete innocence in your eyes. I smiled at you although I really wanted to cry. 

Be proud of who you are but respect others who are not like you. You are a beautiful boy and I hope that life treats you fine – that people love you as much as you love them.

I love you and happy birthday, my dear.
Love always,
Mum xx
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