Oh my dears, I've been neglecting you! You're tired of my excuses I imagine so I'll just keep quiet. I started this post on mothers day which was, what weeks ago (the SA/US one that is. The British one was even more ages ago than that!). But then our internet broke and then I had to travel to Dar and then I had to replace runaway actors... oh, there I go with the excuses! So I started writing about my lovely mother. But didn't finish. But I'll still post as far as I got and then I'll start my 'I'm going to blog every other day' resolution from scratch. Again!
My mother and sister. Long ago!
I'm not going to be able to give this post the time it deserves. I'm at home with Lara and we're looking after her friend Gracie while her mom is away for the week. So its kinda like being stuck in a big cage with giant carnivorous hamsters that have chewed the corner in a sack of speed.
I wanted to write a post about my fabulous ma. I've written about her a bit before, here and there.
My folks, they weren't into the whole traditional parenting; God parents, violin lessons and school runs.
It was more a sleep in the back of the landrover, eat cornflakes for supper kind of upbringing. That sounds neglectful. Far from it.
My mother, you see, she took time with us. She played with us. She listened to us. We had adventures, everything was a marvel.
We went on walks, we had lessons in a scruffy combretum bush. We had a big wall we could draw on as much as we liked.
We had freedom and we were loved. What could be better than that?