Rainbow of emotion

As falling water droplets reflect the diminishing winter light, a multicoloured arc bends firmly into sight. Mum and I are busy playing so we decide not to give chase, and dad watches us endearingly with a smile stuck to his face. The rainbow is certainly beautiful, a natural phenomenon to behold, yet dad can’t help…

Pick a puddle, any puddle

After a little reflection I’ve decided, this puddle IS the best, perhaps it may not look it but it’s different than all the rest. Yeah I know I said that before but this time there is no doubt, so I’m staying here forever dad unless you lift me out. I’ll never forget this puddle, no…

2017

Right 2017 I shall not act on a whim, but I will take out a new membership at the tiny tots gym. I’ll pay an excessive fee for a well marketed nutrition plan, and I’ll use social media to let everyone know that I’ve entered an IRONMAN. Or perhaps I’ll just sleep, relax and take…

Humpty Bloody Dumpty

Twinkle twinkle little star, dad becomes irrational inside our family car. Incy Wincy, Humpty Dumpty and Baa Baa Black Sheep, only two minutes into our journey and dad wishes I was asleep. And just as he wonders if I’ll ever tire of these “bloody nursery rhymes”, I ask him to sing Humpty Dumpty another fifty…

Friends. Season 11

A walk with special friends in the cool crisp winter air, many stories to exchange and warming laughs to share. Daylight faded fast, the afternoon soon flew, so Gavin gave Elodie his gloves to stop her hands from turning blue. Dad says that’s what friends do, always there when you need them most, he told…

Christmas

Dad holds us tightly, huddled together on his knee, and tells us Christmas isn’t defined by the parcels beneath the tree. Families may be big or families may be small, but time spent in their company is the greatest gift of all.  Keep your loved ones close and cherish every moment that you share, it…

The most wonderful time of the year

Last minute rush, it’s Christmas Eve, dad thinks that we’re ready, mum thinks that he’s naive. Packing and wrapping and wondering what’s been missed, frantically rechecking items off the twice rewritten list. Dad gets in the way so mum asks me to take him outside, “and this” dad whispers softly “is how we celebrate Yuletide”.

A colourful lesson

Another day with dad, another mandatory seminar, I scribble nonchalantly on the paper over his precisely drawn “YELLOW STAR”. Still he perseveres with a “RED CIRCLE” and “BLUE SQUARE”, but when my doodles extend to the table his determination turns to despair.  His metaphorical lesson on race can wait, I’ll soon learn that we’re all…

Coffee. Check.

Oh dad, it’s been another one of those days, but with strong will and cold coffee it somehow passes in a haze. Get me a babyccino and best get mum a latte too, we dare not sit for too long, we still have a thousand things to do. Please give us peace for a minute…

Frighteningly festiveĀ 

As mum excitedly cut the tag from my festive sparkly dress, she asked who was coming to my toddlers Christmas party but I was hesitant to guess. A jingle of bells, a heavy thump and as if by magic he appeared, a fat man in a red suit concealed by a freshly dry cleaned beard. …

Granny gloves me

Frost bites. My cheeks turn a little rosy, so Granny puts my gloves on to keep my handies cosy.  Granny says there is no bad weather, only inappropriate clothes, come rain or shine or thunderstorm my granny always knows. The weather changes frequently according to the meteorological chart, but my granny never feels the cold…

He’s home

Dad’s back. I don’t know where he’s been but he’s back, he stepped off his boat this morning laden down with his rucksack. I shout “dada” when I see him, I throw my hands up in the air, I smile from cheek to cheek to let him know how much I care. I show him…