Day 28 (Nearly There!)
Three things you want to say to different people
I have spent a long time thinking about this one and this is the only post from the blogging challenge that I didn’t schedule this week. Mainly because I didn’t know what I was going to say. So here goes…
- My Parents
I have been incredibly lucky to have had a lovely, stable and fun childhood. I put this down to my parents. They are amazing people. Steadfast in their love for me, James and the boys. Always there with a helping hand when we need it and a shoulder to cry on when I need to let it all out.
When I was growing up, they supported me in everything I wanted to do. As it turns out, I wanted to try a new thing every six months, rarely sticking with anything for long. Over the course of my childhood, I had taken part in the following: dancing, ballet, guitar lessons, keyboard lessons, brownies, guides… the list goes on. Yet every time I turned to something new they encouraged me, making me even more enthusiastic. Never judging me – or at least not showing it – when six months later I wanted to throw in the towel.
Throughout my adulthood, they have always been there for me good times, as well as the tough ones. There have been more of these than any of us ever expected. I know if I needed them they would be on the first plane, train or automobile to be with us. Words can’t express how much I appreciate the comfort and knowledge of their unconditional love. Even the toughest of us need that emotional support from our parents and I know for some this is taken away too soon. I appreciate every phone call, cuddle and pep talk. I also appreciate that if I am being completely unreasonable, they will tell me!
So for my parents, the thing I want to say – on behalf of me, hubby and the monkeys – is… thank you.
2. My Papa
I am now at the stage in my life where I have no grandparents left. I would, of course, love to tell them all how much I love them one last time, if I could.
My papa, however, passed away when I was a little girl. I think I was eight. I was completely heartbroken. We were so very close. I fondly remember, during every school lunch-break, standing at the bus stop, waiting for him to arrive on his way back from town. We would walk hand-in-hand to his house, where my gran would be standing in the kitchen, having cooked a feast for lunch.
One of my earliest and fondest memories of him, was drawing a dog and a kennel for me. It is funny the little things we remember.
So what I would want to ask him is, “tell me about your life”.
Of course, I know a lot about him through my Gran, Dad and Mum. But, unlike with my other grandparents, I was never old enough to hear this from him direct. Or, indeed, old enough to realise that I would never get the chance to ask that question.
3. To my Monkeys
As previous readers will identify, I often talk about kindness to my boys. I would be horrified to hear if they were being unkind to others. I appreciate they are three, and they are no angels. Every day they are learning what is and is not acceptable in this world. Admittedly, sometimes they forget and make the same mistakes over and over again. That is part of growing up.
So, what I want to say to them, and what I actually do say to them every day is: “be kind, always be kind”.