When people ask us what traits DorkySon has inherited from us – which they often do, it seems to be one of those questions to which parents are expected to have a well-thought out response – it is always a fairly easy answer.
“He gets his energy from me,” says DorkyDad with a hint of pride in his voice. “Lots of energy. And he gets his stubbornness from his mother.”
“Determination,” I always say with a smile. “It’s determination, not stubbornness. It’s a good thing.”
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Well. I guess it had to happen sometime.
DorkySon has finally given up his afternoon nap.
I blogged a few months ago and said that I thought it was on the cards, so I was making the most of the post nap snuggles that he was still lavishing on me.
But now we are done.
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I’ve wanted to write a post about my Mum – DorkyGranny – for months. I tried to write one for Mother’s Day, but it didn’t quite come together. I have heard it said before that stories become easier to tell the more often you tell them, and I’m realising that to be true. I’ve had to tell the ‘story’ of DorkyDad and me so often that I’m now completely comfortable with it, and it flows very easily. I have a fairly set vocabulary and phrases that I will always use when telling people about my marriage, but I haven’t yet found the language that feels right for talking about Mum. She is staying with us this week though, so it seemed like as good a time as any to try again.
The word that first comes to mind when I think about my Mum is gratitude.
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