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it is Friday and I get to blog and its kinda random

I like writing in the centre aligned way, I think it adds character to the overall  look of my blog.
And I love my blog, so I get really sad when I don't get to write.
And its Friday.
It is the end of a week, yeah to that.

God is birthing something,
and it feels like the trauma of the last couple of years may actually be coming to an end.
Ok, maybe not trauma, but extreme discomfort.

And I find being Alexander's mum tiring.
He is strong willed and determined and agressive much of the time.
I love hime to bits.
I wouldn't swap him or anything,
I just want to be sure I raise him to be a gorgeous human being.
I want to be sure that in all the screaming (from him) and terrorising (again him)
I don't do anything that would break him.
My defender-of-mankind needs to be guided and directed
And sometimes I'm not sure I know how.
How do I teach him to love and listen to God if I can't teach him to listen to me???


And then there is Beatrice.
She is so sweet, but so active.
I wish she would sleep more during the day.
I must be honest and say I was scared of having a daughter.
What if the darling little girl was to follow the path I did?
What if she battled her weight and self esteem?
What if she grew up insecure and looked for love in the wrong places?
I am not scared of these things anymore.
Our little girl (and boy) knows she is loved and will know all the days of her life.
I will be able to teach her the right way because I have learnt and am still learning.


And right now I am as happy as can be.
The hubs is surf coaching.
The hubs put Alexander to sleep before he left.
CBeebies put Beatrice to sleep.
So right now, its just me, my popcorn and my blog (oh and a snoring dog)
I'm gonna try write a few more posts.
ciao all
have a lovely weekend, rest up, have fun (the fun should add to the rest)
Philippa






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