My third grandchild, Isla Rose was born last week. I was waiting in the wings, looking after her two 6 and 8-year-old sisters. I wouldn't want to be anywhere else.
After about a week, the anticipation of the birth and then subsequent relief at all being well, seeing Mum and bub and the whole family doing great, I could feel something inside going, 'ok, time for me'. That edge of...
The sweetest thing happened recently.
My mother just turned 90. As she gets older, I notice a gentleness growing more and more in her. To hug her is like hugging a feather. She is so incredibly 'light' now. Though small in stature, her heart and compassion have widened. Something I noticed in my dad as he grew older too.
As a few of us were sitting around the morning after her birthday...
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