On Thursday afternoon, our usual 10 minute walk home from school took us two hours. But there were no tantrums. There was no dragging of feet. We arrived home excercised, relaxed and happy. Let me share a little secret with you. A routine is good, but a spontaneous breaking of your routine every now and… Continue reading A Change Is As Good As A Holiday
Today I read in the Irish Times that Seamus Heaney’s poem When All The Others Were Away At Mass was crowned favourite Irish poem in the last 100 years. I was never a big fan of Seamus Heaney but I was a little disappointed in myself that I couldn’t even recite a single line of… Continue reading Ireland’s Best-Loved Poem & A Lesson in Creating Closeness
Laundry haunts me, Taunts me. Gaunt me. Colours, darks and delicates, Whites, tights, even hand-knits All call out for some attention. The kids do too, I need not mention. Frazzled, hassled, sleep deprived, For empty wash baskets I have strived. But boys like muck and grass-stained knees And what food leaves no stain ‘cept cheese? Toddlers… Continue reading Laundry Haunts Me
The mind is a fantastic thing. It stores up information, day by day, and then seems to throw random chunks to the forefront every so often, leaving you wondering what just happened, why you suddenly remember an event or develop a longing for a person, place or food. Often it is a smell or a… Continue reading Clodhopping
Cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow, But babies grow up, we’ve learnt to our sorrow. So settle down cobwebs and dust go to sleep, I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep. The Playroom…I take the poem above seriously The above poem hung in my mother’s kitchen for over thirty years and was read… Continue reading Babies Grow Up….Too True
