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A writer’s paradise

Floating in the warm water

A blue tit comes and goes

Feeding her little ones

Swimming, I take it all in

Getting new ideas

Another plot forming

More writing later

Happy shrieks

Children have finished their work

About to splash in the pool

Laughter abounds

Happy mornings


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Little blond angel

Little blond angel,

lost amongst the others,

daydreaming, you take your eyes off the ball.

A natural footballer,

I can’t foresee,

too sensitive, too artistic,

forever creating.

I look in wonder…

What did you make this time?

How did you even think of that?

… You are amazing, my little blond angel.

❧❧❧

Staying at home with the kids

A post in response to my friend Peryl’s post :

” There are a lot of people – politicos, authors, strangers at Starbucks, my mother, to name a few – who question the absolute value of the work of a stay-at-home mother.

Linda Hirshman, Author of Get to work: A Manifesto for Women of the World famously said: “women who quit their jobs to stay home with their children [are] making a mistake….the tasks of housekeeping and child rearing [are] not worthy of the full time and talents of intelligent and educated human beings. “

My take on the matter :

It’s a personal choice.
What about just enjoying your children, they grow up so quickly!
I find being with my children fulfilling, they are so inquisitive and full of life, so enthusiastic!
I suppose a lot of it depends what you do with your time.
Personally I feel so overstimulated, I fear for my brain.
Maybe that explains the encephalitis I had last week.
I stay at home, well,  in between all the travelling that is.
Now where am I again ?
Oh yes, back in Paris, for now..
I’m proud to say I look after my children, I home-educate them (they are bilingual).We’re always busy busy busy.
Somehow in the midst of all that I write. I’ve got 2 books on the go, one in english and the other one in french.
Whatever  possessed me to start writing in french ?!
So there you are, I ‘m probably a bit mad and a bit too creative.
Let’s enjoy our Mummy time while it lasts.You can never experience these early years again.

P.S. Don’t forget to read my friend’s blog, it’s a brilliant read and she often makes me laugh.

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Run, run as fast as you can

Here ? There ?

The perfect spot

Drop everything

Start digging

Running to get some water

Coming back laughing

The waves lapping at your little legs

Digging a little deeper

A scoop here and there

Pat it all over

A few chosen shells completing the masterpiece

A little pause for a pain au chocolat, yum yum

There all done

The sun burning our backs

Time to go

Tired but happy

Another day on the beach.

❧❧❧ for my little ones

©elleonthego


On the joy of being a mum

The joys of motherhood:

  • when you finally drop off to sleep, only to be woken up by your little one having a nightmare.(aha!)
  • when they say the nicest things.
  • when they see the world so much more clearly than adults.
  • when they draw, paint, create and offer you their master piece.
  • when they first smile at you.
  • when you hear their babble.
  • when you see them persevering and finally succeed.
  • when they give you a cuddle.
  • when they snuggle up with you.
  • when they look at you in awe. I know, you’re going to tell me it won’t last.
  • when they try to cheer you up if you’re a little down in the dumps or not feeling well.
  • when they look radiant whatever the reason might be.
  • when their little faces lighten up.

And all these little things that fill you with joy and warm you up inside.


Regrets ?

Regrets ? me? not really!

After all, what’s in the past should stay firmly in the past! You should live in the present.

Learn from your past, whether good or bad and then move on!

Keep for best

My mother was very much of the “keep for best” generation.When she died, there were cupboards filled to the brim with delicate china, used once or twice, clothes she wore on very rare occasions…you get my drift.

She died when I was still a teenager.She was an “older” mum, quite unusual at the time.

It made me realise you should appreciate your life for what it is now and enjoy what you have.

What is the point of having nice things if you do not use them or even see them ?!

Nothing is really sacred in our house, sure accidents do happen although oddly enough all the treasures accumulated by my mother and my own souvenirs have escaped quite unharmed.

I have kept some of the china my mother never dared to use, only one piece got damaged and that occurred on moving houses!

So when a treasured toy or other gets damaged, broken or redundant, I tell my children to remember how they enjoyed that particular item and many more toys, cuddlies…are yet to be cherished.

Possessions are just that, they don’t always last but your memories live on inside of you.

Little One

Little one, another night terror, what brings them on?!

Holding you, eventually the cries die down until you are peaceful again, all the while fast asleep in my arms.

Glad I caught you just in time, you never even opened your eyes, just wished I knew how to prevent these night-time terrors.

Thankful you slept soundly afterwards and the lovely smile you gave when you did open your eyes this morning, reaching for me and embracing me.

I so love you.