Foremost I rediscovered the importance of family. I newly appreciated the roles of my parents.
Then there were occasions and celebrations, suddenly I wanted them special again. Christmas could be so much more than a day to drag yourself through with a hangover! Who knew?
I want to make. I want to make keepsakes. I want to take photos. I want to preserve and record and appreciate.
I want to turn normal stuff in to special stuff. Euna and I have our own little breakfast ritual in the mornings, we do it every morning and I know I'm making a forever memory.
And the weather. The seasons. Suddenly I'm really aware of them because part of me is seeing them for the first time through her... I think "Oh snow ok." Then I think "Euna's FIRST SNOW!" And it's new again.
Only in some ways it's better because this time because I have an adult head on my shoulders. Unlike Euna, I'm not seeing my first snow then getting distracted by the bow on my shoes I haven't noticed in fifteen minutes. I can look at it for minutes and absorb it. I know the facts about snow and I know the magic that every single flake I can see is different.
Enough with the snow... It's GLORIOUS!
My point... Kids are cool at simplifying everything. Sometimes that's not the best thing. Like when I have to read "Stick Man" to Euna four times in a row and the mundanity of it makes me want to beat myself around the head with it. Other times that's great. Like today when we got a baking tray of water, some plastic pots and a couple of Happyland dudes in the garden and had a great time. She didn't care I'm feeling a bit fat, we didn't have to think about how we've overspent sorting the new house out and a world of other bigger and smaller brain-space-tenants were miles away.
Just some sun and some water and all's good and new through these Mummy-tinted-glasses.
Not a fan of the sogginess...