Day 21 #Loveuary ❤ – My Lil Man

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My darling boy, my Lil Man, my son, my first born. You mean so much to me. Even though you are small, and seem so naive, you worry about whether you can do things as well as others. Well, to me, and your daddy, you are the bravest, and best son out there. You are kind and sensitive (but not to your sister!), you have a great sense of humour, you are indeed a blessing from above. I love you son.

Fly my little chick, fly
Just stretch those wings and fly high.

Roar my little cub, roar
Show them what you’re made for.

Swim my little fry, swim
You’re just as good as ‘him’.

Jump my little roo, jump
You can get over this bump.

Believe in yourself
In the power of you.

Have faith in yourself,
Like I always do.

So,

Fly my little chick, fly
All you can do is try…

By Ritu

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Remember, feel free to take part in #Loveuary! Just ping back to the daily post, as in this one for today! And if you are at a loss for a prompt, then visit my rules post here for a list of prompt s

Day 20 #Loveuary ❤ – My Little Princess

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Today it is the ninth birthday of my Lil Princess.

What a great day to let you all know how much she means to me.

 

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Hand In Hand

 

Mini Me

The biggest blessing of my life,
Becoming a mummy, after being a wife.

I love them both equally, yes, it’s true
But with my girl, the things we can do!

Shopping, dressing up, hair styles, nails
And when she’s older, advice about males!

She amazes and frustrates in equal amounts
But the love that she gives, now that’s what counts.

When there are tears, it tears at my heart,
I hate it whenever we are apart.

The giggles and laughter, that beautiful sound,
She lights up my life, when she is around.

I love my girl, and I’m lucky to be
The mummy to someone so very crazy!

A verse I wrote and published in my book, Poetic RITUals.

Happy Birthday my precious girl!

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Remember, feel free to take part in #Loveuary! Just ping back to the daily post, as in this one for today! And if you are at a loss for a prompt, then visit my rules post here for a list of prompt suggestions!

Day 17 #Loveuary ❤ What Does Love Mean to Kids

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I asked my children what love meant, and both of them, at separate times, mad faces at me, and went “Yuck!”

Typical reactions for an 11 and 9-year-old! Love = boys/girls = kissing. Of course, that’s ‘yuck’ to them!

After a little more explanation, the best we came up with was this;

Lil Man

“There is family and romantic love. That’s it. When you care for someone.”

Lil Princess

“Love is spending time with family, and friendship.”

Then my mum called me the other day. She has been having a proper clear out at my family home, and she found some cards, and letters that I had written to her and Pops, at a young age, around 7 or 8 I think. There was even a typed note! And they had lots about love for your parents within them, so I guess what I thought of some kind of love as a child. I thought they would be apt to share with you here!

The first picture says “I’ll never forget you. I will always love you mum.”
The second shows my Ritu and co trademark! Motherly Messages!
Inside was the following message.

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To my dearest mummy
I love you mum
I love you so
In the mother’s competition
You’re the best in the row
But there’s one thing
I’d like to say
You’ll find love from me
Any day
Happy Mothers day
Put your feet up
Many kisses and even more love
From your best daughter
Ritu
xxx
(It’s your special day not ours so rest yourself!)

See, a poet from a young age!

And then there was this one…

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To the best parents ever,
The best advice comes from#When you are in dire need of advice, who does it come from. It comes from the best advice givers, your mummy and daddy.
This is something that I believe.
Love Ritu
PS I would never wish for any other parents in my life as I love you both with the whole of my heart and I hope you also love me truly.
I LOVE YOU

Aw, the innocent love of children! Mind you I still feel this love for my dear parents! ❤

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Remember, feel free to take part in #Loveuary! Just ping back to the daily post, as in this one for today! And if you are at a loss for a prompt, then visit my rules post here for a list of prompt suggestions!

Day 3 #Loveuary❤ – The Apples Of My Eyes, My Children

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I can’t speak of love in any way without talking about my two children.

The love we have for our children is unconditional. We created these tiny beings, they are ours to nurture and mould. Little reminders of us.

But it’s not always easy to become a parent.

No matter how good a parent all profess you’ll be, it’s not always that simple. I spent my younger years dreaming of getting married and having children. After all, that was how it happened, wasn’t it?

After a year of marriage we decided to start trying for a family.

It became two years of heartache, as I discovered that I suffered from PCOS (Polycystic Ovaries) The teasing of missed periods, which were nothing more than my ovaries taunting me, others falling pregnant with apparent ease, babies all around me, it was not easy.

But with a little help, we were finally blessed with one miracle. The second followed three years later, but after the devastating loss of two little angels.

My children are now 11 and 8 respectively, and, though they can be trying as kids have a tendency to be, they truly are the apples of our eyes. Not one day goes by where I don’t thank God for bringing these little bundles of joy into our lives.

I do have those moments, when they are trying my patience, that I wonder whether I actually like them, but love… that love I feel for them is incomparable to anything else in the world!

I will probably write more deeply about each of my children at a later stage, but for now I’ll leave you with a poem I penned a couple of years ago. It was previously posted on my blog, and has since been published in my poetry book, Poetic RITUals, too❤

From Twinkle To Reality

Let me take you down that road,
Much travelled through eternity
The journey to become a mum,
From twinkle to reality.

The plans you make at a young age,
Full of gurgles and laughter,
The horror as you realise,
What really does come after!

The fun of trying,
The monthly wait.
The disappointment,
That feeling, you hate…

The years of trying,
Full of hospitals and checks,
The medication taking you over,
You feel like total wrecks…

Then finally, the day comes
That positive is clear
The goal that you were aiming for,
Has suddenly come near.

The months of fascination,
Your changing body grows
The feeling of satisfaction
That only you can know.

Those pain-filled days, or hours
To reach the prize you sought
The feeling of satisfaction
That this little bundle brought.

I gaze at you in wonder
Are you really here?
I’m overwhelmed with happines
And a tiny bit of fear.

Will I be able to give to you
All you want and need?
As you look at me, wide eyed
Snuggled close while you feed.

Little blessing, sent from God
My heart is filled with joy
I will do all I can for you,
My darling baby boy.

And so the cycle continues
The waits and checks again
We’re gifted with a gorgeous girl
After a little more pain.

My life is here with me right now
Some twinkles from my eyes.
But I’ll never forget those twinkles
That now, do grace the skies…

Dedicated to my wonderful children, recognising the struggles to have them, and remembering my 2 angels lighting the sky at night.

By Ritu

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Remember, feel free to take part in #Loveuary! Just ping back to the daily post, as in this one for today! And if you are at a loss for a prompt, then visit my rules post here for a list of prompt suggestions!

#JusJoJan Daily Prompt – Jan. 19th/17 – Rubbish

Day 19 of #JusJoJan, the writing challenge by Linda G Hill, inspiring us to write every day in January!

The Just Jot It January 19th prompt, brought to you by Wendy of Wendy’s Waffle, is: “Rubbish.” Use it any way you’re inspired to. And make sure you stop by and say hi to Wendy as well! Here’s her blog: https://waffle-with-wendy.blogspot.ca/

Rubbish

I wondered what to write when I saw this prompt initially. Should I muse about the trash? Or about things that I think are like garbage?

Then a conversation with Lil Man the other morning, triggered something.

My son is 11.

He is in Secondary School.

He is still a child.

When he went to the local park, on his way from school one evening, with his friends, they stopped at the climbing frame, which incidentally, is one outside of the play area for young children, for the older kids to play on.

“We went to climb on there, and about three different men in green jackets came up to us and told us to get off, that we couldn’t play on there! The park people are rubbish!”

So, according to these officials, 11 year olds are too old to go on park equipment, that has been designed for the older child… Hmm…

Correct me if I am wrong, but isn’t the world generally always complaining about the fact that kids are growing up too fast?

So why limit their playtime in a park?

Surely that is a good thing, that they want to play, and be children, not sat at home watching TV or buried in their phones!

My son is small in stature as it is. He is often mistaken for a Primary School aged child, but the badge on his blazer gives away that he is older. He is a very physical person, and for that I am glad.

But to have the opportunity to burn some energy taken away by idiotic officials… now that really is RUBBISH!

Let kids be kids!

jjj-2017

 

 

 

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