Watching them play in the Garden …

Some days as a parent are so so tough – tougher than you had ever imagined possible …
but just now I am stood in the kitchen watching my two fed, clothed, healthy and happy children run around after a ball in the late summer sunshine and nothing makes me happier!!!

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I often feel like this when I watch them play in the garden …

Until we moved to this house I have always lived in flats and never had a garden although we sometimes had access to a communal garden – but it was never “ours”.
A Garden offers such a great space for children to learn and play. They can run around and be noisy, they can grow things and harvest fruits, vegetables and herbs. They can watch birds and insects and see the seasons change right in front of them…

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Most people’s fondest childhood memories are of some kind of outdoor play… and deservedly so! Boxes, sticks, mudd… anything and everything can be turned into anything and everything … no limits to a childs imagination and all of that in the fresh air – what could be better?
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My two have the priviledge of having so much “normality”… So many parents would give their right hand for their children to be able to have this …
Our two little monkeys are offered 3 healthy meals as well as snacks each day – even though much to my frustration they don’t always eat them…
Their clothes are clean and comfortable and kept in good condition – and I am in no way ashamed of telling you that about half of them are either hand me downs or second hand –
you’d never know if I didn’t tell you …
They are vaccinated and have regular check ups and if ever they need healthcare or medicine they have easy access to it…
They have appropriate toys and books and access to free education.
They both have their own large rooms where they are safe with plenty of space to play or retreat.
We have heating and light and hot running water.
They have a mother and father who are far from perfect but love them more than words can express. We’d sooner starve or go naked than see them miss out on anything.
We make mistakes but are never too proud to say sorry. We can’t give them everything they want (in fact even if we could we wouldn’t… ) but will always find a way to give them what they need.
Thinking about how little they have to worry about makes me feel utterly grateful – that is what childhood should be like!
Carefree days spent playing and singing and digging and reading and running and cuddeling …

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I will never forget Christmas 2001.My mother had recently become unemployed and me and we stayed at my brothers flat in candlelight under blankets because we had not been able to pay the bills for electricity or heating in time…
There was no tree or festive meal – let alone presents … I was 13 … That was probably our lowest point …
I never had to go hungry but financial struggles and worrying about money was as much a part of my childhood as doing as many chores as I could to relieve some of my single mums pressures, since she often worked double shifts 6 days a week to make ends meet …
I didn’t have an unhappy childhood as such, we learned to deal with things and adapted – but I had to grow up quick and would have given anything to spend my childhood the way my children do now …
I do not regret or resent anything when I stand here watching them happily play the day away, I just hope I can keep them from growing up too quickly and let them be carefree for as long as possible …

I thank my wonderful Husband for eveything he does for us and for taking every hurdle with my hand firmly in his …
In the end I am very blessed with the set of cards I was dealt in my life – of this I am certain as I stand here … watching them play in the garden …

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Until next time …

ta da

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