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Worden Park

One of our favourite parks to visit is Worden Park in Leyland.

There is so much to do, long walks, huge fields and a giant park. We took a picnic and had a walk and a play on the park. It is home to a hedge maze that despite looking easy had us running around for a while. This time we found that there was a miniature railway with a train that we could ride. I was a brilliant day and because of the good weather we had a good day with lots a fun pictures for a gallery.

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Skye’s last day at primary school

It has been an emotional day today. The final day of the school year has took on an extra weight as it is also the day my first born takes an important step forward in life.

 She changed my life, from the day she was born I knew my life would never be the same. And it wasn’t, I can’t remember a time I wasn’t proud of her. When she started school she was so eager to learn, so bright and quick and clever. That never changed once. She loved to read and from her first year she consumed books so fast she was reading beyond her level in no time, it reminded me so much of myself but she started so much younger. Her only weakness was maths, (that and being a chatterbox) but she had so much perseverance with everything she did that by the time she left today her maths scores were above average. She also was so keen to get to school on time, first up, first dressed, first ready, each and every morning, ushering the others with a venomous passion.

 
I remember my last day, or actually I can’t. I remember my first day of high school and what a big part of my life it was. For so long I considered it the beginning of my worldly adventures. In fact that only changed the day I met Skye. Me leaving primary wasn’t as heart wrenching, I had moved around a bit and had 3 separate primary schools in fact. Skye’s year however had had 7 long years together, a full childhood. Whereas my experience had been about starting in a new place, hers was about leaving a familiar set of friendships. It showed. The whole year clearly cared for each other as tears flowed and eyes stung red.

The service that was put on was amazing and stirring. It was clear that the last day of term had been made into a school tradition. I had never attended before but all had been welcome and there were a lot of other parents from other years there. They gave out awards, best hand writing, achievements in music, best sportsman/woman of the
year. These were not limited to year 6 but it was nice to see some of the students I knew take home awards. What was overwhelming was the amount of influence the year 6 had over the other children in school, at one point they showed a video showing the first year pictures and last year pictures of the leavers, many of the younger children would shout “there’s Skye” “look at Katie” “hasn’t Keaton changed”. It showed me that this year was respected amongst the school and there was a genuine sadness at their departure. I too had grown attached to some familiar faces, at birthday parties and play dates, sleepovers and school productions, I was upset for these faces I had grown accustomed to seeing.

During the assembly it occurred to me how many times the children has performed together, each year they had sang a song for at least 2 school plays, plus any year only assembly’s, special days, choirs and after school activities including the final year end performance. It was yet another way to bond over their time together, I likened it in my head to a TV show cast or a theatre group. This made one of the songs they sung particularly moving. Named “Our last song together” it picked up exactly on this concept. My heart filed with emotion and I joined the kids teachers and parents in welling up as they sang.

Each one of the teachers and teaching assistants congratulated my daughter, and wished her well in her new school. Her year 6 teacher, this being her first class as this school, got particularly upset. I noticed one of her teachers remarked on her leavers book that he sincerely hoped her next teachers would be deaf, it was this shared humour that ran throughout the class that made me smile. It also made me realise that she did have a life away from us already with its own humour and experiences, that concept showed me how much of a young adult she was. One teaching assistant told me how she could tell from my daughter that she was well looked after at home and listened to. This made me proud. Just how much effect my daughter has on so many lives around her made me proud.

As I read over this post to correct and edit I realise how sad a post it sounds, I’m just sad because she is clearly growing up and these days are going by so fast. But I must add that despite it being an end of an era, a childhood, it is also a beginning. Already Skye has had taster days, and has been planning routes to school, and talking to friends who already reside there. She is approaching her new adventure in the same way she has done everything in life, with tenacity and gusto. I know she will be great.


During the service the head teacher read out a poem that I thought was very apt for the situation, but also very inspirational for life in general, so as I finish this post I will leave you to read through it and be equally inspired.

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Oh the places you will go – Dr Suess

Congratulations!
Today is your day.
You’re off to Great Places!
You’re off and away!

You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes.
You can steer yourself
any direction you choose.
You’re on your own. And you know what you know.
And YOU are the guy who’ll decide where to go.

You’ll look up and down streets. Look ’em over with care.
About some you will say, “I don’t choose to go there.”
With your head full of brains and your shoes full of feet,
you’re too smart to go down any not-so-good street.

And you may not find any
you’ll want to go down.
In that case, of course,
you’ll head straight out of town.

It’s opener there
in the wide open air.

Out there things can happen
and frequently do
to people as brainy
and footsy as you.

And then things start to happen,
don’t worry. Don’t stew.
Just go right along.
You’ll start happening too.

OH!
THE PLACES YOU’LL GO!

You’ll be on y our way up!
You’ll be seeing great sights!
You’ll join the high fliers
who soar to high heights.

You won’t lag behind, because you’ll have the speed.
You’ll pass the whole gang and you’ll soon take the lead.
Wherever you fly, you’ll be best of the best.
Wherever you go, you will top all the rest.

Except when you don’t.
Because, sometimes, you won’t.

I’m sorry to say so
but, sadly, it’s true
that Bang-ups
and Hang-ups
can happen to you.

You can get all hung up
in a prickle-ly perch.
And your gang will fly on.
You’ll be left in a Lurch.

You’ll come down from the Lurch
with an unpleasant bump.
And the chances are, then,
that you’ll be in a Slump.

And when you’re in a Slump,
you’re not in for much fun.
Un-slumping yourself
is not easily done.

You will come to a place where the streets are not marked.
Some windows are lighted. But mostly they’re darked.
A place you could sprain both your elbow and chin!
Do you dare to stay out? Do you dare to go in?
How much can you lose? How much can you win?

And IF you go in, should you turn left or right…
or right-and-three-quarters? Or, maybe, not quite?
Or go around back and sneak in from behind?
Simple it’s not, I’m afraid you will find,
for a mind-maker-upper to make up his mind.

You can get so confused
that you’ll start in to race
down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace
and grind on for miles cross weirdish wild space,
headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.
The Waiting Place…

…for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go
or a bus to come, or a plane to go
or the mail to come, or the rain to go
or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or the waiting around for a Yes or No
or waiting for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.

Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for the wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night
or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants
or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.
Everyone is just waiting.

NO!
That’s not for you!

Somehow you’ll escape
all that waiting and staying
You’ll find the bright places
where Boom Bands are playing.

With banner flip-flapping,
once more you’ll ride high!
Ready for anything under the sky.
Ready because you’re that kind of a guy!

Oh, the places you’ll go! There is fun to be done!
There are points to be scored. There are games to be won.
And the magical things you can do with that ball
will make you the winning-est winner of all.
Fame! You’ll be as famous as famous can be,
with the whole wide world watching you win on TV.

Except when they don’t
Because, sometimes they won’t.

I’m afraid that some times
you’ll play lonely games too.
Games you can’t win
’cause you’ll play against you.

All Alone!
Whether you like it or not,
Alone will be something
you’ll be quite a lot.

And when you’re alone, there’s a very good chance
you’ll meet things that scare you right out of your pants.
There are some, down the road between hither and yon,
that can scare you so much you won’t want to go on.

But on you will go
though the weather be foul.
On you will go
though your enemies prowl.
On you will go
though the Hakken-Kraks howl.
Onward up many
a frightening creek,
though your arms may get sore
and your sneakers may leak.

On and on you will hike,
And I know you’ll hike far
and face up to your problems
whatever they are.

You’ll get mixed up, of course,
as you already know.
You’ll get mixed up
with many strange birds as you go.
So be sure when you step.
Step with care and great tact
and remember that Life’s
a Great Balancing Act.
Just never forget to be dexterous and deft.
And never mix up your right foot with your left.

And will you succeed?
Yes! You will, indeed!
(98 and 3/4 percent guaranteed.)

KID, YOU’LL MOVE MOUNTAINS!

So…
be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray
or Mordecai Ali Van Allen O’Shea,
You’re off the Great Places!
Today is your day!
Your mountain is waiting.
So…get on your way!

The big swap out

For me 2016 set me one of my biggest changes ever. We finally swapped our parental responsibility s so it was me who had more time with the kids and Mrs Berg who had more time at work.

 

The events that caused me the most stress in life was when my family conflicts with my job.
In theory it’s a no brainier. Family comes first, my children need me I’ll be there. But in practice there is large grey area that sometimes there is no solution for.

I had been working for a number of years as a Lettings agent. It was a family business, working for my parents. It was a fantastic job and it nice to be able to spend time with my mum everyday. Because it was our own business we worked all hours to accommodate our landlords and tenants,  but we enjoyed doing it so it was never really a problem, even on those days when you had a particularly demanding customer. We learnt as we went, developed on the go and rose to every challenge.

However things changed, as things do. My Grandad died, then my Nana, and my other Nana was needing a lot more care and as she was the last of her generation left we felt more and more emboldened to spend precious time with her.

At the same time my son was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes and I was constantly in hospitals with him, learning about all the new ways that my son would need my care and attention.

It was a lot of work and suddenly the work we had once put into the business had to be spent elsewhere. Also, the business, and work in general didn’t hold the same weight in our lives anymore. Don’t get me wrong. my mother and father are (and always have been) hard working individuals. Priding themselves on a strong work ethic throughout my life, but after my mum losing her father, and my dad losing his mother and my son coming so close to fatality, the pursuit of money seemed so pale compared to the pursuit of time.

Furthermore Mrs Berg was smashing college. She owned college, she owned her placements, she owned her assignments. She graduated in the top percentile of college and beat over 1000 applicants to earn a place on a children’s nursing course at university. Consequentially she would be spending less time at home, night shifts and long hours and late night assignments beckoned, she needed someone to sort the kids out, take them and pick them up from school.

It was time. January 2016 I set out in search of a change. We closed down the business so my mum could concentrate on her mum, and I started looking after the kids. I found myself a job as a courier that I could work part time while the kids were in school. I drop them off go to work and deliver all my parcels then pick them up, and I have the rest of the day to spend with them until Mrs Berg gets home at night.

Mrs Berg hates me saying I’m a stay at home dad now, and I’m not I’m a sort of hybrid because I work part time and look after the kids part time. What ever it is it is working for us. Sometimes I get more time at home, sometimes shes in between shifts and shes off.

I’m looking forward the 6 weeks holidays because we will have time to really put some quality time in with the kids.

The main thing that I have learned from all this though is that you need money and a job, without it things can get difficult fast, but the pursuit of time and happiness is a far better commodity.

 

 

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Trouble Parking

Like a lot of parents I have found something out that is firmly on the what they dont tell you list. When you children go to school you will begin
a 6 year long nightmare of where to park.

This is a daily struggle as each and every parent with a drivers license negoitiates the small block around our school. To up the ante this is usually a time
when we are all, running late for work, haven’t had our breakfast yet, haven’t had our coffee yet, or generally haven’t even woke up yet.

To make matters worse in our school there is a narrow road which although is a two way road, can only fit one line of traffic at a time. A row of cars
lines one side. Infuriatingly the resisdents of this road have some vendetta against cars and children and as such have complained so much about both that a
the entrance to the school is littered with white lines and ‘don’t park here notices’. If you park in they come out and confront you, which nobody wants
at that time of day. So as you avoid this places the spaces become more and more limited. The whole episode of getting to the school gates should have appeared as a challenge on
the krypton factor.

Craziness.

On a Monday and Wednesday I also have to get the three youngest into nursery so I really don’t have time to park further away and walk it.

My oldest daughter has begun to get a complex about getting to school early, she really does get genuinely stressed about it. I wonder if it is the stress of parking that is effecting her.

And. And. You have to do it at hometime too.

A ha though for my latest tactic is proving fruitful.

Firstly I have spot at the end thats close enough but not in the main warzone. There is not a lot I can do about where I park at this stage because as you’ve heard its a nightmare.
So, I park up I get the kids in. Then I begin to look for one of the Dads. He is a Builder and is thus up early as part of his job and he gets the best spaces, Also he has a huge van. I massive
work van. So I get behind him and match my pace so we get into our cars at the same time. As he drives off I move my car into his space and hey presto I then leave my car there all day and walk to work 5 minutes away.

That way I have a reasonable space for hometime and dont have to run the gauntlet a second time. As a bonus I know that my car is safe as it is being watched by the eagle eyed residents of the street.

2 Year Anniversary

It has officially been 2 years since i set this blog up.

That’s 2 years since I made an active decision to change my life for the better.

Despite feeling overwhelmed with the recent changes I have made, thinking about where I was when I first started 2 years ago I realise ow far I have come.

It is nice to sit and reflect.

In these years I have achieved the following:

Completed 3 Beachbody workouts

Ran in the Great North Run

Ran in several 10k races

Came back to playing Ice Hockey and got on the team

Played 2 seasons for the team

Changed my career for my Diabetic son

Raised over £1000 for various charities

I was Father Christmas for the local rotary club

Began journaling and planning

Published over 40 blog posts

Set up a Youtube channel

Changed the way I parent for the better, spending more and more time with my children and developing them in new ever more inventive ways

Looking back these are just from the goals that I set 2 years ago. In truth, proudly, these are just the basic achievements and with each of them there are more accomplishments that are born from there completion.

I am glad I started this blog and I will continue to develop it and myself throughout the years.

Happy Birthday Bergs Place. Lets start year 3.

 

 

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Sawyer and the witches house 

As part of my job I drive up Pendle Hill, home of the famous Pendle witches. Along the way there is a small barn, abandoned by time, half destroyed. One day I had Sawyer in the car with me, he was ill so had to be off school. As we passed the house I told him what it was. He asked if we could get out,  hike to it and have a look around.


Thinking about it, it seemed like the perfect mini adventure. So I pulled over in the nearest lay-by and we started off to the house. Immediately he excitedly repeated that he “never thought I’d let him go really”. 

We climbed up a hill and over a wall. We could see down the fields the house. Before we could get there though we had to go down the steep slope, traversing the boggy marshland. 

As we walked I explained to Sawyer why there was reeds growing out of the ground sometimes walking in single file so I could test the ground in front. And we spoke of the witches and what happened to them. As we got closer we were more isolated and suddenly the adventure had a haunted feel about it. 

When we arrived at the house we found the roof had fully collapsed and lay inside all bent and broken. We explored the building, trying to work out where the witch would keep her things. Under part of the roof we even found some bones. I told Sawyer they might be from one of the witches victims, but they were probably from a poor sheep, strayed to far from its flock. 

After a while we made our way back up the hill, which seemed wetter this time around. All in all it was an hour out of the day but it was such a good adventure and lovely bit of exercise. It was priceless for him repeating the story to Mrs Berg at teatime still saying “I never thought he’d let me go”

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Bergs Place on YouTube 

For Christmas I got a GoPro. I am super excited about this because I love gadgets and watch GoPro videos all the time. Since then I have attached it to my head at Ice Hockey for a unique point of view.

I found it difficult however to share large clips with my hockey friends. That’s when one of them suggested YouTube. I could upload the videos and they would be instantly be accessible to the rest of the team. 

So that is how Bergs Place The Channel was born. I can share my hockey videos and the everyday exploits of my crazy family. 

So please watch, subscribe and enjoy your this further window into my crazy life. The link to the channel is below and will be soon included in the About Me Section. Or you can just search for Bergs Place.

And as its launch day I have used iMovie to prepare a little trailer to mark the occasion.

Berg Place on YouTube
Enjoy.

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