I am not usually a public gusher.
Normally all you’ll see is a crinkly eyed smile during a fleeting moment of reflection.
I try to confine my sentimental tears and overly proud rambling to the privacy of my own home.
Except sometimes… sometimes it builds up over a period of time until it gets to bursting point, and then….
And then I gush like a geyser at a tacky tourist attraction.
Prepare to get soaked.
My children are kind.
I watched my big boy approach a friend at kinder who was having a bad morning and say “Sometimes I don’t want to come either, but once I get here it always turns out ok. Want to play with me?”
Izzy came home from school and told me she had lent her spare pants to a grade 1 girl who had fallen in the mud and was crying because she was wet and it looked like she had wet her pants. She said “I wouldn’t want that to happen to me, so I helped her.”
Zoe lies next to her baby brother who is tired and miserable and as she draws on his back she begins to list all the people who love him…
If I achieve nothing else in my life except raising humans who are kind, then I am happy.
I picked a good partner.
He works so hard, and he loves his kids, and he puts up with my crap… and you should see my beautiful floor!
I don’t have loads of friends. A ‘select few’ some would say.
But man, those chosen few are awesome… just awesome.
Yesterday’s post, the one about niches and faking it, that was a rushed post, hastily tapped out while creating pickle puppets (more on that soon), picking up from kinder and dashing off to the Nuffnang talent blogger launch. After I hit publish I didn’t think pf it again till I logged on again this morning…
And then, then I found my inbox full of such lovely, supportive comments. Thank you.
Ok… gushing over, for now.
What about you? Got anything you need to gush over? We’ve already got our umbrellas out so feel free to share!