At the end of the week (and when I could walk a little easier) we decided to go to for a little sleep over at my mums in Brid! The kids love to visit grandma and see their cousins, they love to see the boats and the sea, hoping they’ll get an ice cream or ride on the seafront and they love it most of all when there is a car boot on at the same time they’ve filled a row on their sticker charts and its become very ordinary that they choose that to be their reward, the opportunity to be able to grab a few bargs 🙂 (they are so like me)!
It was so lovely to turn around and see them hand in hand to be “safe” and to see their excitement in choosing what they wanted to buy. Megs found a lovely cinderella plush doll for £2.50, a tacky pink poodle that was a bag for 50p, a animal rescue truck and a peppa pig mug (both 50p). Ethan beamed with joy when he found some old metal Thomas’ and bough a couple of them with carriages. I love to see them really thinking about what they will buy – deciding if its really worth it and wondering if they can find something they will like more round the corner.
Well round the corner, tat and bargains were the last things on our mind, because a nightmare awaited when Megan went missing – my heart dropped and tears filled my eyes – all I could see was crowds and crowds of strangers and no Megs. I shouted for her over and over, ran everywhere like a mental woman and all that was going through my mind was “what if someone took her, who would do that?” and “I can’t do this, there’s no way I can loose another child – it will kill us” and then way down the line she was stood on a stall holding a ladies hand and clutching her drink – safe and surprisingly not that upset…OH THE RELIEF! I scooped her up and gave her the biggest squeeze and kisses. She had stopped to look at some toys and have a little play and we had continued, id assumed she was with my sister, she assumed she was with me – the important thing was we had her again and she was safe!
The following morning I awoke before them (such a rarity) and looked at them both so safe and sound, dreaming away. I felt so happy, so grateful that I had them both close and they were mine. I read often of parents that sneak in every night and peep at their sleeping kids and look forward to that time of day, I rarely do (for reasons I won’t go into now but since loosing Poppy I have fears of checking on them) but Nath always does and comes into our room grinning. However this moment when I witnessed them all snuggly and peaceful, this very ordinary moment of parenting that I rarely am a part of and especially after the fright the day before my heart was happy, I felt privileged to see them this way and know they were mine, they were so gorgeous and all was well in my world for those brief sleepy moments! Thank goodness my kids were safe and sound.