Some Days...Are Better Than Others...

Some days are pleasant and everyone is more or less cheerful, nobody screams (much), and no doors get slammed. But other days...

....start with the four year old whining, and end with her screaming. In between there is unpleasantness from children glaring at me from the couch, and unpleasantness right back at them from certain parents...there is mess and rush and dinner that no-one likes, noise and fury at bathtime, dishes stacked to the ceiling,and a terrible feeling of futility...

...and on those days, when I can't imagine why I am doing what I am doing, there is sometimes a moment of grace....

...such as the moment when Posy, all pink pyjamied after her bath, greeted me with an impish grin, her doll clamped to her chest in a tango hold, and said, 'Me and Daisy-dolly is going to cha-cha-CHA!' And she does, leaping and twirling with joy and four year old abandon. And with that gift from my beautiful girl I know I am in exactly the right place, doing exactly the right thing.

Thankyou Posy and Daisy-dolly.