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On the eve of my gap year

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“The secret of change is to focus all of your energy, not on fighting the old, but on building the new.”~Socrates

Tomorrow my youngest child starts school. There is sadness that my baby is growing up and all that, but it is also a bit like Christmas Eve.

I’m having a gap year.

I know that traditionally it is used for high school graduates taking a year off to travel or what not before starting university. But I’m claiming it to describe what I am doing this year: not going back to work despite both my children heading off to school so that I can discover myself.

Sounds a bit airy fairy. Maybe it is.

When I first set out to have kids and be a stay at home mum I never imagined how tired, crummy, grumpy, zombie, frustrated and generally worn down I would become over the 6 years that followed. We all know there is boundless joy, laughs and surprises with kids, but kids are yin and yang, up and down, highs and lows. All these combining forces are like physics. For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. Especially on me.

I have changed.

I’m going to find out who this new person is, take her out for a run, do some yoga with her, get her to take some photos, paint a picture with her and then see what kind of career moves she wants to make in 2016.
It’s going to be quite the year, huh?

I couldn’t do this without the support and encouragement of my husband. He’s THE BEST.
I hope one day I can be the breadwinner and he can take a gap year.

Here is me, post mountain hike with the kids, post dinner making, post 6 years of full on, 24/7 motherdom……

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The Pines

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“Shhh, I’ll do the talking. Dark. Laughing. The owls were flying. Many things were blocked. Laughing. Two men, two girls. Flashlights pass by in the woods over the ridge. The owls were near. The dark was pressing in on her. Quiet then. Later, footsteps. One man passed by. Screams far away. Terrible, terrible. One voice.”~Log Lady (Twin Peaks)

I went for a wander in the local pine plantation with a friend. It reminded us of Twin Peaks. Tall straight trees that sway slightly in the wind will always be very mysterious, even without help from David Lynch.

The unexpected soft carpet of moss sprinkled with pine needles was a delight under foot.

In summer, the smell of hot pine needles reminds me of my childhood and school, but alas this cool spring day did not offer such a scent.

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Beautiful Boy

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“What are little boys made of?
Slugs and snails
And puppy-dogs’ tails
That’s what little boys are made of.”

He’s only four but he is already more than I could ever have hoped. Only four, but almost five. Doesn’t seem so long ago that he was a scrunched up little newborn.

Everyday he displays such humour, energy and empathy that makes me so proud of him. I can’t wait to see him grow up into an amazing man who still has those traits.

My beautiful boy.