The First Day of Autumn

It has been a big day today. My youngest son turned 3. My oldest son started in Juniors. My eldest Daughter started her final year at primary school and my middle daughter started her first day at primary school.

Also Mrs Berg has started her first year of a 3 year course at university.

Busy Morning.

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I however have a day off. It just happens to be the Tour of Britain and they are cycling through my village and as such all the roads are blocked off including the one my office is on. Lucky me.

The only definite thing I must do today is pick the middle child up from nursery at 12 and deliver her to her first day at her new school.

I am so proud of her as she sports her brand new uniform with grown up bag and hair tied up all smart. I really get emotional as I know it’s the start of them growing up. This child is the confident, outgoing, wild child, so I have no worries about her finding her feet. The sadness I feel is purely selfish and to do with me losing a part of my little girl. But she isn’t in high school yet so I know I can squeeze a few cute years yet.

To get from the nursery to the school though I have to go through my village. The one blocked off with the race.

I’m strategising in my head. Should I go earlier and wait in my car at nursery? Do I go later and hope the race has passed? I just don’t have the time the race is coming through.

I decided to go early, but not too early that I’m waiting for ages in the car (it is the only day off I’m likely to have for a long while, like gold dust they are to be completely alone in the house).

I wind my way round the back country road I’d planned in advance. I was so pleased with my progress.

But then I hit the village. In fairness I did get further in without stopping that I thought. But stop I did because ahead of me was a whole crowd of people. The traffic had stopped police were in the road. And then round the corner spun the bikes, hundreds of them at pace. In a blur of colour the racers coursed, the crowd cheered.

I had timed my school run for the exact time the race had came through. Far from being an inconvenience it had put me closer up to the race than I could have got if I had planned to watch it.

The sun had been glorious, the air crisp and cool, it had been a perfect September day.

I had gotten my housework done, I shared the important milestones my family had and I had an exciting moment in a community event. All in all it was a good start to a new term.

As one season ends, I feel like I’ve started out on the right foot, now to just continue on the positive footing.

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The Park or the Space?

Where we live is on a street with a park in it. It is full of children playing constantly.

Since we had a previously lived on main roads our kids had never really played out with other kids before so they relished being called for and going out in a gang. It was brilliant.
But then we had a chance, an offer to move house, and I was worried. For a good couple of years they had got used to playing out on the park, I could see them from the window so I could even keep an eye on them and have a brew. Was all that set to change.

Still we needed the bigger house, the baby wouldn’t stay in her Moses basket forever and the other two youngest where catching up the oldest. We needed space.
My other problem was that my son had just been diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes. This was already a big big change. He had one of his school friends across the street, his parents were our friends so we had a good network here. Would the disruption be too much.

In fact we fretted over it so much, that at one point we had decided “No we couldn’t leave. We would sit it out. Buy bunk beds. Squeeze them in”.

Luckily, one of our friends informed us that, “You are mad” Not the first time

“The support network that you have will still be there, it will always be there, you need the room.”
So we had look at the house and the area and we were astonished at how much room there was. We took the plunge.

We needn’t have worried. With Facebook, and Twitter, and the telephone and Whatsapp, your support network is a big or as little as you make it. It can be a once a week chat or a constant feed.

The neighbours here are a lot more involved in the community here so Mrs Berg was able to find several like minded mothers from day one. The extra room was well received and the kids play right outside our window so I can see them while I’m having a brew and watching TV. And speaking of kids…

I have never seen so many.

We have always been the crazy family with too many kids. Not here. In our block of 4 houses the other three houses each have 4 children each. Thats 17 children on our block alone. Also the ratio of girls to boys has severely been altered. Meaning that my son has his own gang of lads they all know about his diabetes and they all accept him for it. He is so happy.His old friends still visit too.

We are just a gorgeous 10 Min walk from one of our favourite hangouts, I have wrote about it before, and as for the park that I missed, well I heard they are building one on our street before the end of the year.

Until next time


Reflections From Me