Today, Momma Bear and Papa Bear have realised something. Something that has crept up on us as we’ve lived and loved our days. Something that really shouldn’t have been so shadowed and hidden. And yet, it feels as though change came knocking, unlocked the door and gracefully let itself in without us knowing. Today, change gave us a bruising. A slap, right across the face. Almost a wake up call. Don’t miss these days, these hours, these seconds. They will soon blur.
This week I had the pleasure of speaking with Lorna who works part time as a Community Support Worker. Her passion, however, is her handmade craft store, Simply Felt Ireland. I have found that the parents I have spoken to throughout this series, use their talents and hobbies to regain a part of their identity in the midst of parenting. Lorna has crafted a niche in the market with beautiful wool roving angels and fairies and other felt gifts for children including crowns and quiet books.
I’m 33 today! Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me. Until I became a mum, birthdays were the bees knees. I would count down to my birthday and always have something planned. I would do my level best to take the day off work and if I was lucky, head out somewhere for breakfast. But since becoming a mum birthdays have changed for me. They are no longer as important as they used to be. In saying that though, there are two birthdays that stand out to me. Two birthdays I hold all other birthday days against and compare them too.