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Motherhood: Some Days Are Diamonds, Some Days Are Rocks

 

Just a quick post today as I am up to my elbows in folded clothes and suitcases.  I am desperately trying not to fall into the trap of over packing…and I suspect failing miserably.

Anyway, I just wanted to share something that touched me last night.

Have you ever noticed how you can listen to a song, read or hear something and interpret it completely differently from the way you’d previously thought of it?

Last night, Hubbster and I sat in the man cave for an hour with a glass of wine and listened to some music.  Okay…so maybe there was slighly more than ‘a’ glass of wine involved!

LadySingerOne of the songs on the playlist which I must have heard a thousand times came on.

For the first time I related the words to myself and motherhood.

If my life was a TV series, and I had a theme tune…this would be it.

The last five years for me, since first the Woo, then Foghorn and Bubble, came into our lives have been a rollercoaster ride of emotions and experiences.  There have been up and downs.  I have screamed, laughed, felt the adrenalin course through my veins and some days just held on for dear life.

But I have learnt that this is ok.  I don’t have to be in the top carriage of the ferris wheel every day.

As Tom Petty says:

 

 

Some days are diamonds

Some days are rocks

Some doors are open

Some roads are blocked….

I’ll let him do the rest…and you can tell me what you think.  Can you relate your parenting journey to this song too?  What would your theme tune be?

 

 

Jolene

Jolene

Jolene enjoys writing, sharing and connecting with other like-minded women online – it also gives her the perfect excuse to ignore Mount-Washmore until it threatens to bury her family in an avalanche of Skylander T-shirts and Frozen Pyjama pants. (No one ever knows where the matching top is!) Likes: Reading, cooking, sketching, dancing (preferably with a Sav Blanc in one hand), social media, and sitting down on a toilet seat that one of her children hasn’t dripped, splashed or sprayed on. Dislikes: Writing pretentious crap about herself in online bio’s and refereeing arguments amongst her offspring.