Hello my friend
I am still here but I know you and I have been dealing with all the stuff that life throws you in the last couple of months.
This post has been on my mind for a while....and whilst the photo is a bad one taken with my phone, the memories it conjures up are not.
These are the last of the bathroom toys that I cannot bear to throw out just yet. On the rare occasion that Margot has a bath now instead of a shower, I will still hear her playing with them. The noises she makes, the stories she tells, the songs she sings whilst taking a long bath, these bath toys are the last vestiges of toddlerdom left in my home (other than for favourite soft toys).
Margot is the youngest of my three and at eight years of age, she still, thankfully, remains an innocent in many ways.
When I drop her off at school I consciously imprint on my memory bank the image of her , blonde haired, back pack carrying, sometimes murmuring away to herself as she walks in the school gate.
Because one thing is for sure- at 47 the years are truly whipping past at a tremendous rate.
Love
Mary
