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.
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| 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…
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