I cannot believe that it has been a year since I started writing #Pantomum as a journey into the unknown world of pantomime, and which evolved into snapshots of living with the boys, the family and life in general. And as the year has passed, so the kids have grown, Little Man is not so little, Eldest Son tops us all at 15 years old and 6ft 2, and Middle Son is threatening to grow his hair just one cm longer so that he is taller than me. In a year I now have the smallest feet in the family. In a year our puppy has become a big lolloping hound, the cats have got used to him and even G, our disliker of canines, has been known to invite him over for a cuddle.
|One knackered Backstage Mum (and sea monster)!|
In a year my blog has covered a number of things in a number of styles, whether it is poetry, prose, opinion pieces, the odd review on products or books, or simply just a bit of creative writing. It showed the ups and downs of life, and how people coped with good news and bad. One of the most popular posts was a fairy story that I wrote for a friends little girl who found out early this year that she had cancer. The comments on A Story for Evie and its follow up post were lovely, and the donations to the Little Princess Trust even better. I’m pleased to say that she is doing well on the bumpy road to recovery, and has been a very brave little girl with the support of her ever loving family and community.
And it has been a year of reflection. Tomorrow is my 16th wedding anniversary, after a whirlwind romance all those years ago of just three months. We’ve learned to give, take and compromise. Running our own businesses has not been easy in the present economic climate. But we still managed to save for a fantastic driving holiday in Italy, which I attempted in some small way (despite some dodgy internet connections) to share with you in The Italian Job posts.
It’s been a year of acknowledgement. I’ve spent most of this year beset with Achilles problems, mercifully coming to an end. None of us are getting younger, and the kids are getting older. In a matter of months I will have 2 teenagers in the house. The spectre of GCSE’s is looming. Little Man is nearing the end of junior school. And I’m now on the downward slope to 50…
And yet our life still is one big pantomime, sometimes I’m the Dame, often I feel like Dandini as I run around after the kids, I’m constantly expected to be the Genie and produce miracles at the nth hour and on occasion I really, really have to stop myself from being the Wicked (Step)Mother.
And the person who inspired this blog in the first place, Little Man, skips blithely through life, leaving us scrabbling in his wake. Tonight at 9 years old he takes on the role of Oliver in the musical at a local theatre, with all the aplomb (and accoutrements) of a seasoned performer. And we would not have it any other way.
Thanks for sticking with us – are you ready for another year of mayhem, madness and merriment?
Sorry, I can’t hear you?!
I said… Are You Ready for Another Year of Mayhem, Madness and Merriment?!
Pant-astic! Catch you later…