"I love you mummy" said Small Sprog in the car earlier today. "I'll always be your little boy."
My heart melted.
"But you don't have to worry about me when I'm grown up!"He continued.
"I will always worry about you, even when you're my age" I said
"She will always want to know you're happy" replied my Mum, with feeling. She knows I have things in my life which make me extremely happy. She knows I have a lot of stuff to get through. She still asks 'why' a lot. She still worries about me. I count her as one of my best friends.
Tonight has been a dancing in the kitchen night (Mum has gone home). Husband is out, the loud music went on, and we danced until bedtime (which for Small Sprog is about 8pm!) We are good together, just the three of us. It's nice to 'let our hair down' once again.
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Now having children of my own I can at last appreciate the massive duty of care that my mum and dad put into raising me and my sisters...
Small Sprog is so sweet! My lads are 26, 24 and 19 and I seem to worry about them more than ever. My mother-in-law tells me that it never stops! I'm glad that your mother is there for you.
Oh yes, my boy is 31y daughter 28.....
she has a bad back...off to the phone.
It will NEVER end.
Yes Small Srog sounds such a delight.
What a nice thing to say to mum. Dancing in the kitchen night sounds a good laugh. One of my favourite things is having a dance. When I’ve had a few drinks I’m great (well in my head I am).
Sounds like you had a great evening without the distracting presence of Himself. More to come I hope. I'm sure my own mum still worries about me, and she's 87!
Small sprog reminds me of YS, who has declared that he will never leave home. And that if he ever does, he will go and live with OS. Awwww, kids eh xx.
Aw..... that is lovely!
I don't think a mum ever stops worrying about her children no matter what the age. I will always be there for mine.
The dancing sounded good fun! Very good for you too!
I love the picture of you all dancing around the house having a good time- long may it continue
Lovely moment.
You do still worry though as I'm now finding with a son away at university and seeing my sister who is now a Grandma but she still worries about her kids.
Make the most of the dancing... they'll come a time when your youngest is a teenager and the carry up the stairs to bed is no longer possible without a hospital stay afterwards and any dancing by any adult is the ultimate embarrasment even if it is me and the wife demonstrating our "middle aged dance along at the O2" when Mrs F puts on Simply Red.
Good for you! Dancing in the kitchen is what life is all about.
Mums do worry. I always said I'd try not to worry as much as my mum does but I do and she still does too about us and our children. So dance, dance, dance!!
What a lovely post, S. Its a shame that people from the "outside" get in the way - which is often.
love xxx
oh yes, I remember the dancing in the kitchen days.
When Youngest Son was small, he used to love to dance to "Tiger Feet" by Mud, one of my old records from my 70s past. I taught him all the moves I had witnessed on Top of The Pops when Mud used to do the routine.....it was great fun, turning the music up loud and the two of us gyrating away to loud and thumpy music.
I still hear this track now and remember him enjoying every moment.
Hold these times in your heart Suburbia.........they soon vanish, like mist in the early morning.
But they make wonderful memories.
I am glad you had some dancing time.
I still have my dancing time now - housework goes so much better with loud music and a jive!!
Letty x Who now is definitely signed in as her dog. Two blogs and I cannot organise myself, there is no hope for me!
What a sweetheart!
Just trying to catch up with posts. THinking of you.
Definitely more dancing needed. I bang on "The Proclaimers" so loud my ears practically bleed and then dance on my own.
GG
Ah yes, the dancing in the kitchen. Guaranteed to lift the spirits.
I love that you have little slices of heaven like that.
Aren't they precious as the air we breathe?
;o)
Scarlett & Viaggiatore
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