Good Friday lived up to its name and I got stuck in and packed 7 boxes, don't panic they are what is called book boxes, small so once packed they are not too heavy and perfect for me as I'll have to be able to move them. Saturday I only packed two boxes, but in fairness I did do a lot of cleaning out of goodies to go to my local St Vinnies store. Yesterday there were no boxes packed, but with the room half done there was space to sift and sort and clear and cull. Everything still remaining in that room now needs to be packed. I half filled a skip bin yesterday with unwanted papers and a few pieces of furniture no longer able to carry out their intended function, not to mention a couple of pieces of antiquated technology. Amongst the purging I came across some old posts from when I used to write on the Garden Web around 1996. I particularly wanted to share one piece of writing with you.....so here goes!
Me & My Shadow or A Lesson in NOT Wishing (originally posted on The Garden Web 1998)
You know how people are always saying "don't wish too hard you just might get what you want"? Well today it happened to me. My daughter Rachell is 7&1/2, she is my shadow. Wherever you find me you will find Rachell. Half the time I don't even know she is there until I turn around and WHAM!! I bump right into her. Don't get me wrong, I love both my kids and I wouldn't be without them for all the money and all the gardens in the world, but sheesh everyone needs a little space and time out occasionally. This child is stuck to me like a postage stamp is attached to an envelope. Sometimes I actually wonder if our umbillical cords are still attached.
Rachell is definitely a mummy's girl. I am the best Mum in the whole wide world, I know this because she tells me at least twice every day. Well this weekend my wish came true. I was virtually childless ( which is something like those virtual chocolates I just sent G'ann). Rachell is going to a sleep over at her friend Lani's house. This is the first time she has branched out on her own, she has only ever slept over at Grandpas house before this and she always had her big brother with her, this time she is on her own She was so excited that she packed her bags at 6:00am for a 2:00pm departure.
Bradley is having a friend sleep over here, these boys are almost 13 so they are self sufficient. They went to the movies, came back and ate me out of house and home and then went off to the bedroom to do their own thing, listen to music, play their game boys, you get the picture. I dropped Rachy off at Lani's and that was it. A whole afternoon and evening without my shadow. Oh the peace and quiet, what bliss, what joy!! What on earth am I going to do next?
This is great I get to go the the Garden Party without a little voice asking "mummy are you talking to your friends?" Mummy is G'ann's bear back??" Mummy how is Ruthann's school vacation going???" At 9:00pm I finally go off line. At 9:05pm the phone rings, a little voice says "Mummy I miss you, I love you Mummy" but she is brave, she doesn't want to come home.
Russ, my hubby, and I spend the evening looking like two little lost sheep because Bow Peep is at a sleep over. Now what do we do? Does this mean we will actually have to talk....I mean to each other? Do we remember how?
It is now 8:00am Sunday morning. Nobody came sneaking into my bed at 4:00am when hubby got up for work. No-one is complaining cause I got out of bed too early and they want to sleep with me. No-one is spilling breakfast cereal all over the table. I only have 2&1/2 hours to wait for the sun to come up and my shadow to return. Will I make it, can I survive another 2&1/2 hours without my shadow?
I think I'll go back off line now, maybe the phone will ring and a little voice will say "Mummy I miss you, can you come get me please?" I live in hope!
Well my Shadow is now all grown up, she is a beautiful, strong, independent 24 year old. This year she moved out of home, but not 5 minutes down the road, more like 19 HOURS! So I best get back to packing my craft room. As she keeps telling me "every box you pack Mum, takes you one step closer to Longford" it also takes me one step closer to her. This piece of writing also explains why my friends on the Garden Web christened her TS (The Shadow) it stuck and I think we have all referred to her as TS for so long they have actually forgotten her real name!
This is us in Paris, about to head out to the Moulin Rouge to celebrate her 23rd birthday.