This is us, having a weekend together as a family. When I had my son the recurring question was; “are you enjoying being a mother?”
Obviously, I wanted to say; “Oh yes! Sleeping for no more than 4 hours at a time is great, I’ve not had 2 minutes to myself since his birth and please hold this baby while I go to the pub”.
The automatic pilot me simply said “Yes”. Then I gave the question some thought, actually what I’d discovered was the joy of being a Family. Of course, it only get’s better I now have a 3 year old with more chat than Jonathan Ross and his own definite opinions and what this Family does together.
This photo is from a weekend’s camping trip last summer. I adore camping, it makes my heart sing and I get giddy at the very thought. My son shares my enthusiasm, my Other Half less so (much less so). This particular trip I had decided we were going camping come ‘hell or high water’ and in order to smooth the path of true camping love for my Other Half I would organise everything and all he had to do was turn up.
Hence, Friday afternoon found me in a field in the rain attempting to supervise a toddler while erecting a six person tent. Luckily a fellow camper took pity and rescued me; a six person tent is not a one person job. Tent sorted, I collected my Other Half and presented him with a ‘fait accompli’. We slept on Friday night to the sounds of howling wind and pouring rain (always pack ear plugs when camping) and he tried not to grumble. On the Saturday, we found a canal to explore – my Other Half loves canal boats. The enjoyment was being together, just the three of us, pottering about and exploring. Eventually, the sun shone and this is a photograph is from a walk on the Sunday, just us sat in the grass, not doing much really.