September who?
Ahh, yes - I remember - September! Hmm, a round up, me thinks....................
Well, when I first thought back to September, my thoughts were of a quiet time, until I looked back at my posts to remind myself of what I actually got up to and was staggered at how busy we'd been!
And this is what we did... visiting, holidays, work, school, walking, crocheting, crafting, sewing, camping, birthday parties, celebrated a give-away for my one-year bloggiversary, we went to Galloway, Anglesey and Northumberland, there was transporting boys to and from friends, to and from cubs camp, sleep overs and days out. harvesting, gardening, my Dad's birthday, both ours and my folk's wedding anniversaries remembered AND forgotten! - so, no not a quiet time at all was our September - How could I have thought that September was a quiet one??
A thought...
noticing the gentle decay of summer into the russet hues of autumn
A sound...
the sounds of laughter of my boys
A taste...
of the blackberries that Himself has collected
An image...
A scent...
the warm smell of wood smoke
the warm smell of wood smoke
A word...
the whispered 'I love you' as you kiss the boys good night
A touch...
the increasingly short time left to hold a child's hand before they grow up. It's funny, as their need to hold hands reduces, my need to hold theirs feels to have grown.
A gift for me...
gifted yarns with so much potential and promise
A post you may have missed..
Marta's quilt - a beautiful labour of love
A normal (for me) day at work oh yes, I regularly have days like these....
Boys, walking and a dead sheep thief and more
Well -- being 52 years old, I figure that I have somewhere between 25 to 35 more Septembers in my lifetime (God willing). I think I will try to make next September more memorable for myself.
ReplyDeleteI remember my boys reaching that awkward age of not want me to kiss them goodbye as I dropped them off for school. They didn't necessarily want to tell me, "no", so they allowed their body language to do the talking (haha). That came across more clearly than words.
I then started watching other mothers and their children -- yep, same thing.
Girls are totally different. They will be the first to reach over for the peck on the cheek. The boys jolted out the doors before I could even tell them goodbye (no mushy stuff). Now that was between 10 and 15 Septembers ago (depending on which boy).
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Beautiful post. So true about boys, and wanting to hold them more. I have one son, and he is a man now. I have a hollow place still in my heart for my little boy. There is a turn...they do finally let you kiss and hug them again, but it's not the same as when they were younger. There's always that yearning for the little boy, but what a blessing to see them grow.
ReplyDeleteHere's to a wonderful October!
Thank you Jan and Vicki - yes you have both experienced exactly what I feel now, and yes it is a hollow that needs a little hand to hold.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad they both still have lapses and want to be little boys again, both wanting to hold hands or climb on to my lap - although the latter is a relief when they get off and I can breathe again!