Amongst the chaos and noise of today I did manage to experience a tiny moment of serenity. I enjoyed every moment of it. Bailey and I were out at a park near home, the sun was shinning, the grass was luxurious and green, and all the bird life in the bushland were singing. I could feel the warmth of the sunshine on my back and I felt calm. And that was my minuscule moment of serenity for the day. That would make a good idea for a blog-commenting on my tiny moments of serenity throughout the day. That's got me thinking.
The day began early with the 2 boys awake and drawing. Nanny & Poppy A had bought pencils and textas and glitter glue for the boys so of course Brandon and Bailey had to use them all. Today was grandparents day at kindergarten so my husband, Brandon and Nanny & Poppy A headed off to enjoy the morning with each other at kindergarten. From what I can gather everyone had a great time. Apparently Brandon sang some songs with the other kids and they played outside. My husband ended up bringing Brandon home with him once the morning tea had finished. Otherwise we would have to have gone back and got him by the time someone returned home. He got an early mark.
While the troops were out, Bailey and I went to the local library. I had forgotten that Tuesday mornings see 100's of mums and bubs turn up to the library for baby singing and music. I took Brandon there when he was born for the first 22 months of his life. He used to love it. I stopped when Bailey was born-when Brandon was 22 months old. Once I had sorted out the whole concept of juggling multiple children, we did eventually venture back, but it was never the same. I had been one of the first mums in the original group, and upon our return it just didn't have the same vibes. Also by this stage, Brandon never stayed still and Bailey crawled everywhere. So when I realised it was on today as we climbed the library stairs, I was interested to see what Bailey thought. He didn't like it one bit. He just wanted to play with a truck and walk around. I realised how grown up my 2 boys are (to a point) after looking around and seeing all these brand new mums. Two is enough for me.
With Bailey actually bored, we headed off to a nearby park. This is where I took a moment and enjoyed the serenity. It was relatively easy to do because there were no cars, no people and just a whole lot of quietness, except the birds. I loved hearing the birds. I actually felt like I stopped to breath. Bailey and I had a lovely time together. He is so very chatty and so well spoken. He has fantastic language, even though at the moment sometimes all he wants to say is "Poo Bum. Fart Bottom. Poo Bum". He says it with different emphasis on certain words. He says it with different volume levels, but the one thing that remains constant is the actual words. He says it over and over and over again. Guaranteed.
Bailey and I headed home and soon after everyone else returned too. The 2 boys and I, alongside Nanny & Poppy A, played for ages in the backyard. Then somehow Bailey materialised with a bucket load of paints and paint brushes. So art and craft was set up and the painting began. There was mess and paint and 2 small boys everywhere. The 1 day that saw me choose to wear white. The 2 boys painted and painted and eventually ran out of paint, although the mess continued. Brandon and Bailey moved on then to their playground in the backyard where they played and played and played. By this point I said farewell as I was meeting up with my friend Mell for a hot chocolate. We caught up for 2 hours before then waving goodbye only to return to a relatively clean house. Nanny & Poppy A had tidied up and folded loads of clean clothes, fixed up the kids pirate chairs and table that were becoming wobbly, and washed up. Thank you.
Bailey was asleep as I walked in the door to return home, as did my husband and Brandon. They had been at the shops to get some food. Again chaos prevailed and I fleetingly remembered that minuscule moment of serenity I'd experienced earlier today. I read Bailey a book tonight and then put Brandon to bed. Just as I thought my minuscule moment of silence was fading into a distant memory, Brandon who was snoring quietly, woke up, said to me "Mummy I love you so much", and then continued snoring. Another moment of serenity. Thanks sweetheart.
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