JUDITH KERR AND THE YES NO DEBATE.
Do you ever find that your life is being echoed left right and centre in other peoples blogs?
It all started a couple of weeks ago at Myrtle and Eunice.
I guess this post caught me at a low ebb.
I try not to rant on about it here, because lets face it who wants to hear me whinge on endlessly, but now we are nearing the very very end of the holidays I'm going to allow myself a small moment.
The truth is for me the long summer holidays are not the
rose tinted romp they are for others.
July, August and September are the busiest time of the year for me.
And by busy I don't mean having a rather long list and not much spare time.
I mean the kind of busy its best not to think about because if you do you will run screaming from the room and be found hours later under a hedge, gently rocking back and fro, dribbling and muttering.
Throw in to the mix two little boys who want, need and deserve a rose tinted romp of a holiday, the need to take them away on a holiday, visits to friends and relatives and grand days out when I don't have time to scratch let alone enjoy the sunshine.
Then of course there is always what some close to me I suspect secretly regard as the stupidity of deciding to take on the task of organising the knitting of a car.
Any way enough of this, because let me tell you I can become very boring very quickly and I would hate for you to leave before I have even started to get to the point!
So back to Myrtle and Eunice and of course the point of all this rambling.
The post was all about how there is too much No! in our children's lives and no where enough YES!
And how it doesn't take much to turn this situation round.
Then I had an e-mail from Colette telling me about an exhibition of the work of Judith Kerr at the Museum of Childhood in Bethnal Green.
You can read all about her family's trip here.
Now my love of "The Tiger who came to Tea" is well known to long time readers.
But my first reaction was no.
We have no time,
and quite frankly after last weekends disastrous trip to the cinema I wasn't even sure I wanted to be out in public with either of them.
And over that I think it is best to draw a heavy, quilted, sound proofed veil.
But it is the end of the holidays.
Both boys either go back to school or start in the nursery at the school (gulp) next Wednesday. This weekend is beyond full already.
So it was now or never for a last hurrah.
And if we ignore a minor melt down on my part in the tube station all went swimmingly well.
No one stood still long enough for a proper picture, but I think the blur kind of imparts the spirit of the day rather well.
Except for that one rare moment of heart stopping sweetness that had people calling to their friends to quickly come and look when the bombshell disguised as Mog the cat decided to curl up under the picture of a sleeping Mog and have a 30 second nap.
Oh and this was when we put "Tiger feet" on the juke box.
The boys had pocket money burning holes in their pockets, so while I browsed the beautiful selection of children's books in the shop they bought a miniature box of watercolours each.
Which lead to some very interesting results in the train on the way home.
Which to bring the story full circle seems to be a very similar result to when my friend Lola said a lot of YES to her daughter.
If you made it this far through such a rambling, ranting and quite frankly at times pointless post then a big gold sticky star for you and 10 house points.
Thank you for bearing with me. I feel much better now!
So today I am very very grateful for the word "Yes".
Much Love Nora xxx
For more grateful people click here.