Monthly Archives: December 2015

Just….

Seeing the hidden value in someone is just….

Meeting someone right where they are at is just….

Not wanting to change a single hair on their head is just….

Missing someone when they walk out of the room is just…..

Knowing you have their back while they always have yours is just….

Feeling as though there is no one in a crowded room but yourselves is just….

Believing that anything is possible because someone believes in you is just….

Watching each other grow because you shower each-other in encouragement is just….

Discovering what happiness truly means is just….

Just Love…..
An Peann

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The First Born Girl

A child was born this day- into the arms of a great woman.
Born on the shortest day of the year, she has always left the greatest impression on everyone she ever met.
The nurses never had seen a child born with such a mane of hair, so impressed, they took her on a tour of the hospital, a child born looking like she stepped out of a salon rather than a womb.

She grew to be a beautiful person. Her Mother’s best friend, the apple of her Father’s eye.
As a sister, we were blessed with the most beautiful, loving and caring sibling that ever walked the Earth. Never have we met a person with a bad word to say about her, simply because there are none.
And so she grew to have her own family. Married to her first love, her soul mate. Their marriage I can only describe as my template for love. How love should be.
Solid and unmovable, even through times of hardship.
Their love never diminished through the decades, instead it grew in strength and solidarity.
They were blessed with four young lives, each one a credit to themselves and their parents.

The first girl, born this day, into the arms of a great woman ; is loved and adored by friends and family.
A beautiful person, with an amazing mind. She like her mother, can mend just about anything, with love and the greatest of ability.
Words cannot truly convey the complex beauty of this woman.

On the shortest day of the year and for the rest of our lives we thank the world she is ‘Our Sister’.

An Peann

Dedicated to our beautiful sister Sharon, on this her special day.xxx

8.14am

Up until that time, it was just me.
Thirty long years, I watched everyone have theirs, looking at me with pitiful eyes, ‘it will be your turn one day, would you like one?’

A word of advice, never ask a woman without one that question.
As memory recollects, it was a question I never appreciated. Worse still, when it was asked by a woman with a crèche about her feet.
My answer was always, ‘some day,’ indoor voices screamed ‘of course I do!’
I always tried hard to quieten the ticking of the biological clock, but it chimed as loud as Big Ben each passing month.

When my eldest niece announced her first pregnancy, I cried for days, how cruel can nature be? In honesty, I succumbed to the belief that my fertility had cruelly skipped into the next generation and soon I would be purchasing a cat.

Over the years, I waded my way through indecision, wayward swimmers, even considered adopting a polka dot child from China. Somehow I knew it would happen one day.

So it did.

I carried around a growing belly and never enjoyed putting on weight so much in my life’s entirety. I was aglow.

At 8.14am on Friday the eighteenth day of December my angel arrived.

My turn.

A boy, the nurse shouted, ‘seven pounds, twelve ounces.’
I shouted ‘is that all?’

I was going to enjoy the feeling of a big belly for a long while after…

He nursed me, that first night, together we would make a new world. And so we did.

An Peann

Happy Birthday Gabriel. X

 

Mother Christmas

Everyday, even through many years apart, she would answer the phone and say ‘hello love, how are you today?’

Long before Facebook reminders she would be prepared for every birthday; weeks in advance . She made sure none of us forgot a special day. You cannot beat an Irish Mammy notification.

She could make anything better, no matter how big the problem, she would have a solution for everything.

Whatever the occasion, be it St Patrick’s Day, Easter, Whit Weekend, Christmas; every holiday deserved a new outfit. Each year we would be dressed anew, as she proclaimed ‘sure that’s what you do.’

Each Christmas, she would have all the presents in since the end of September, wrapped and ready in their splendour. Christmas food stock piled from October, ‘sure you never know who might come over’.

A strong memory fills this time of year, the smell of Christmas pudding mix, women from the neighbourhood, mixing their ingredients together, with her overseeing their technique. All leaving the house with their pudding bowls, wrapped and tied for the long boil.

Talking to my sister yesterday, reminded me how much our wonderful mother done for us. How she would never go a day without checking in on her girls.

She made every Christmas wonderful.
I can imagine her now with her hands to her head, wondering why we didn’t start getting ready for Christmas from at least October!

She was the angel on our tree, the light in our home and the Christmas Gift that kept on giving, all year long.

She was Mother Christmas.
The season of joy has never been quite the same since she left, but the memories; they will always give us warmth.

An Peann.

The Memory Pocket

Dancing together barefoot in the dark, with cherry lights sprinkling Christmas sparks – now safe in the memory pocket.

Lying down all cuddly on his bed, stroking the blonde feathers on his young head, the moment- now safe in the memory pocket.

Walking together, all hand in hand. Nothing could touch us, love always had a plan- now safe in the memory pocket.

Eating together, candles all lit. Listening to new words that all seem to fit, the ritual- now safe in the memory pocket.

There are many moments, snap shots for the mind, feelings of belonging, an acknowledgement of a time, gather these treasures, and keep this in mind, each moment belongs in the memory pocket of the mind.

An Peann