The concept of extended family is, to me, something that is foreign and historically rejected for the insular arrogance of ‘only needing us’.
I grew up as an only child to a single parent. I was loved absolutely and completely but withheld from the extended family that many of my contemporaries enjoyed. It is not something I judge as such, it was simply the actions of a parent who was doing the best as she saw it. As a mum I can relate to those feelings, whether in hindsight I think it was right or wrong is irrelevant. All I can do is take lessons learnt and experiences and apply what I have learnt to how we raise Moose.
With marriage and the birth of Moose I gained my own little family unit and a mother in law who has been wonderful and is wholly part of our little family. With the loss of my mum 18 months ago I gained the extended family I’d not know growing up. Amazing people who have smoothly fitted into our lives, into gaps that we didn’t know where there.
It is this family that has taught me so much about holding onto the people you love, enjoying every moment and how important it is for our daughter to have individuals in her life who love her unconditionally and form different relationships and dynamics. They bring experiences unique to them, and it enhances life.
Hold onto family, do not let rivalries and misunderstandings come between people, forgive and let go. I learned this from my mum, not letting go eats you up, it makes you dark and twisty and it effects those around you, those you love.
Embrace those who want to be part of your family, they enhance life, they make moments special and they bring their own brand of unique love.
I have been putting off revising and jump starting the blog until the general look and feel is finished, but I’ve decided Easter is the perfect place to start anew and I need to get my butt in gear and JUST START BLOGGING.
So Easter, umm yeah, its sort of a non-festival for me here. Growing up it was synonymous with lambs, daffodils, blossom and bud, snow melting, grass growing and mud. Where as now its crispy leaves, bonfire smoke and chills in the air and in my very humble opinion not very Eastery things! Seriously as far as I’m concerned it should be getting close to halloween and guy fawkes.
Its a little part of emigration that bites you every so often, little reminders that your old life, old home is far far away. Mostly its a good bite, a little kick ass ‘woohoo we did it, we are forging a life in a whole new world’, but sometimes it just clashes, glaringly, old with new.
Moving on from my whining, we actually had a great Easter. I made moose some felted easter eggs (great fun and SO easy) and put little mini eggs and treats in them, as well as a pair of Easter trousers and a bunny. She followed a little trail with giggles and smiles and collected her goodies, she was delighted with her bunny and proudly announced ‘mummy made me a bunny, love bunny’. Cutest thing ever!
Easter can work – I’ve just got to make an effort, and her little face was totally worth it.
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