Tick of Approval

I read the first draft to my son and he burst into tears, indignant and unappreciative. Apparently the incorporation of his lost bedtime toys was against the law and I hadn’t written in the style of the author at all. Well then! It was back to the drawing board and I was so disappointed at his reaction, I almost took the “Like it or lump it” response! He was away at his grandparents’ place over the weekend and I missed him enough to consider rewriting my story.

This time, I kept it short and sweet. I made sure I ended the story in the way he originally requested (though I apparently missed out one detail where all the other wild rabbits come to live with the boy and Velveteen rabbit!!!). It was worth the smiles at bedtime- just minutes before, he had been roaring at his dad over some perceived injustice. Such a volatile little boy at times but I was pleased to have his tick of approval as I said goodnight. Now almost four years since he lost his bedtime toys on the Spirit of Tasmania, taking them out of the packed bag and tucking them into bed without telling us (!), he still has a special place in his heart for cats and rabbits!

And So Begins Another Chapter

It has been weeks since I have had time to write or even think very much. Holidays are good in the sense that I see the children more, but it is hard work having little rest and them still so young. Today I was fortunate to have a few hours to myself while hubby took some leave and I found it hard to be still and to not have to have a sense that I was achieving something in that time. I enjoyed writing a small letter to a friend overseas, took a stroll around a lake at a local park and then returned there to craft a short writing piece that my son has requested for months. A little sequel to the Velveteen Rabbit story – one in which the ending is changed. It’s not quite finished but I look forward to presenting it to him with some sketches done by a friend if I can. I think I will revisit that little spot by the mini lake whenever I need a tranquil place – it’s hard for me to find places to inspire creativity without feeling like I must drive a long distance.

Tomorrow begins another chapter in my life – I return to work as a learning support assistant, this time, with my daughter in long daycare. I have eased her into a longer stay for the past two sessions, but this will be breakfast until almost dinner time. She was clingy tonight, wanting someone to lie down with her and settle her. She asked myself, hubby and even her 8 year old brother. I felt so sad that I had an appointment and couldn’t stay. She will do so much growing up this year, even as I seek to make some inroads in my own personal development. Already, she expresses herself quite well in sentences and gets indignant over things. It’s cute! She breaks into song or dance frequently and I do hope she spreads that joy wherever she goes. My son is changing from small boy to that inbetween stage – not quite pubescent but growing up ever so fast. I feel a lump in my throat as I know the years will go quickly now.

I must away for now but will write more as it comes. Till then, stay well and keep your writing flowing!

A Christmas Reflection

As the Christmas lights dim and carolling ceases,

Children’s toys litter the floor in pieces –

My reflective mood comes to the surface again;

Time to stop and pick up the pen!

I’m too old to believe in fairytale life,

As I read of bushfires and growing strife,

Yet there’s something that gives me hope for the ‘morrow –

Setting my confidence, parting from sorrow.

I keep coming back, knowing once more,

I must share these thoughts, each heart I implore;

That babe in the manger not weak as we thought –

He took on hell and in power he fought –

His death stamping out the sting in our own;

We no longer had to go it alone.

Hope came to us that Christmas night –

And when all has gone dark, He will be our light.

Traditions come and go but His love will remain,

Holding us through seasons of joy and pain;

Guiding us when our way is unclear –

Steadfast every day of the year.

© M.R.P 2.1.20