Saturday, 29 December 2012

...However Far Away... I will Always love you

A few months back - on August 26th at 11.58pm, I left the following comment on a post by a wonderful awesome fantastic blogger - Gail from Delightfully Diva-ish, after her lovely Dad passed away. 

Neetz said...
Hey lovely... You have been in my thoughts and prayers since I read about your Dads departure to HEAVEN!!! It's so very hard to appreciate the awesome thing that's happened (the leaving for heaven!) when it's your own loved, cherished family member, and it means you're not going to have them here to hold, to talk to, to just "be" with... but when you get a chance and you sit and realise WHERE they have gone...and WHO they are now residing with, wow.. it's amazing the peace that comes when you do! So I hope that in the really hard, sad times, that you can get an amazing vision of what's really happened to your Dad....his promotion from this life to that which we can only dream about and long for!!! I too have been blessed with an amazing man for a Dad, and I cannot fathom what it will be like when he leaves this earth for his heavenly home....I will be beside myself, but I hope and pray that when I am... that I too will remember where he is and who he's with! Anyway I'm prattling on and on, Just want to say... Huge love from me to you and yours..I can't wait to meet your Dad in glory, he sounds fantastic!!

Little did I know that in just 4mths I would be going through exactly the same thing, the heartache and grief and experiencing the loss of my wonderful, much much loved Dad. 

I had experienced loss... LOTS of loss... all of my grandparents have passed and lots of Aunts/Uncles/Cousins and friends also...  but NEVER a parent.  Wow, the level of grief intensifies greatly with the loss of a parent. ... well with a parent like I have anyway.  (I know that some people haven't had awesome parents like I have been blessed with.... so I guess it wouldn't be as Huge if your parents had been less than ideal).

But you know what, I can truly say, that I have been following my own advice (which I left for Gail) re: visualising what's happened... My Dad's left for heaven!!  and I can seriously say that I am managing my raw, sad, gut wrenching moments this way... by really having that hope and Faith in heaven!!

I don't care about those that say "Oh heaven's not real" or.. "Oh God's not real"... I know he's real.
I know my Dad's with God in heaven now!! And I am so thankful that when he passed he was not scared, worried... he may have struggled a little right at the end .. with his breathing, but he never once waivered on his Faith and his belief in where he was going!!

Another funny thing about Gails post............she put at the end of it.. "Enjoy Heaven Dad"...  and you know what, that must have stuck with me (without me even realising at the time how much)... because when we were at the marae and writing up our notices to put in the paper (remembering that this was four months later, and in a very sleep deprived/grief stricken time) at the very end of our family notice...I put........."ENJOY HEAVEN DAD"...  funny :) ((I must really "take in" your words Gail!!)).  I never actually realised that until just now when I re-read her post and my comment to her......

We kept Dad at home the night he died, and then the undertaker took him the next morning... We got to cuddle with him, in his bed, he was surrounded by us all... singing crying, laughing, remembering, and worshipping... Worshipping is what helped us most to deal with our raw moments... when you worship God you can't stay crying/deep in the pit of grief... When you says God inhabits the praises of his people... so we knew he was with us... we FELT him!  We worshipped and our hope and Faith was restored!  We worshipped and we knew that there was a celebration going on in heaven... :) and that our Dad was no longer tired/suffering... he was dancing and praising and worshipping in heaven!

Many many many people gathered over our 4 days at the marae.
There were many words, many stories about our Dad that just reinforced what we knew about him.  He was a wonderful man.  A man of Faith.  A man who could rub shoulders with people from all walks of life, and nevermind if they were politicians/clergy/surgeons/or prisoners and gang members.... he didn't change who HE was to suit them.. he was who he was, and you either liked it or lumped it! :)

We were so humbled by the people who came and shared their stories about Dad...
We were moved by the people whose lives he had helped ... those who he'd ministered to, given to, and just taken time to listen to.
We were astounded to count how many people had been and lived with us at some point in their lives... lol there were so many.   We were blessed that everyone that came told us how often he spoke about us..his children, his wife, his grandchildren... how LOVED we were by him... that even people we had never met, felt like they knew us...

We were blessed by the people from our marae, Cousins, friends, iwi, who came day in and day out to serve on our marae during the tangi.  Some were up at 4am to get breakfasts ready ... and food ready for the crowds that came through our little marae.  My pakeha husband said something at the end of it all that I really thought was great.... he said... "anyone that says Maori are lazy, really needed to come and see all of those people out there slaving their guts out.......not for $$ but for AROHA"... 
And that summed it up.
My beautiful cousins/auntys and uncles, some I haven't seen for years... Some who lived overseas but still came and grieved with us, but then went out and worked their guts out.
Friends who have given and money, in food, in donations...and given in support...
We were so very blessed and very very humbled!

Dad would have been chuffed at his send-off.
He would have been so proud of our Marae and our Iwi!
I hope God gave him a little peek down at his send off...I know he would have been thrilled.
We had a real interdenominational thing going on... different pastors from here there and everywhere joining in the occasion, coming together and working as one.. we worshipped, had communion, and even had dancing like never seen before on our marae!! :) (Go Angela!!). 

As they closed the casket, Mum wanted us to play  "the 12th of never by Johnny Mathias" and that was too sad... we howled and said our goodbyes to our beloved Dad and friend.  We knew it was just his "shell".. his earthly body... but it was still extremely hard saying that final goodbye..

Then my bro and I sung the following song....Adeles version of a Cure song called Lovesong...which we learnt back in September for my Dads 60th birthday celebration...he loved it said it brought tears to his eyes the night of his birthday..  And we sung it to him the day he died...while he and mum cuddled and watched us and they both soaked in the words and loved it...
So we sang it for him one last time:

Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am home again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am whole again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am young again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am fun again

However far away I will always love you
However long I stay I will always love you
Whatever words I say I will always love you
I will always love you

[Verse 2:]
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am free again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am clean again

However far away I will always love you
However long I stay I will always love you
Whatever words I say I will always love you
I will always love you

However far away I will always love you
However long I stay I will always love you
Whatever words I say I will always love you

I'll always love you
I'll always love you
Cause I love you
Love, love, love...

They carried my Dad on their shoulders from our marae down to our family urupa (cemetery).
And they started a new line right at the back of our cemetery for Dad ... and our family line... just a few rows back from my Nana and Papa.

This is where we will eventually be buried also.  Overlooking our Iwi land, Our home.

So... this Christmas has been a very hard one. 
An unbelieveably sad one at times... just not having Dad around... here.. at the end of the phone or a cuddle.

Our kids have been fantastic at snapping us out of our sooky sad moments by saying
"Why are you crying?  Papas in heaven...he's okay"
Nothing like that childlike faith/quality to snap you out of it!! :)

So now New Years looms, and I know we will have some "moments"... but we will be okay
We will carry on
We will be fine.

Our fantastic memories of an awesome Dad/Papa/Husband and friend will help us through these hard times along the way, and make us realise how very fortunate we were to be blessed with a Dad like ours.

Thanks to every one of you who have stood with my family in prayer for my Dad, on his journey.
Your love and support has been nothing short of amazing, and I want you to know that I appreciate you!!
Thanks.... Thanks so much xxxx

And to you my beautiful Dad..
I say, don't worry about us..
Yes we will be sad
Yes we will miss you like crazy
Yes we will have a huge Gap where you should be
But we are so happy knowing that you're where we long to be one day,
And we're ecstatic to know that you'll be there to meet us when we too depart this world.
See you then, can't wait for one of your amazing hugs/kisses.
You have been the best Daddy I could have ever wanted/needed/asked for.
I love you, and will continue to love you until I draw my last breath xxx

Charlie Matenga Larkins
14 September 1952 - 3 December 2012

...However far away.... we will always love YOU...

Monday, 17 December 2012


This song made my Mum and I shed a tear when we saw Fly my pretties sing it @ Villa Maria Estate last night.  Beautiful. x

Monday, 10 December 2012

My heart hurts x

Last Wednesday, we received the most awful news we could.. at a family meeting with the medical staff of Middlemore Hospital.

My wonderful Dad was told he had small cell lung cancer, and he couldn't have any chemotherapy or radiation therapy.... just palliative care.  4 months they said we had with our precious Dad.

The next day they took out my Dads chest drain, and on Friday we took our dad home to Kaitaia. He was so stoked to come home!
He had a terrible night that night, exhausted from travelling, and early hours of Saturday morning he had some trouble breathing... Palliative care came in the middle of the night and he settled right back down.  Saturday we got most of the family together and they got to spend some time with Dad even though he was stuck in bed, we had a family bbq and catch up.

Sunday Dad had an awesome day...up and about almost as good as normal...eating with us at the table, fooling around with us taking photos and having the kids crawl on him (as usual).

Monday Dad woke feeling quite sore and nauseous, Palliative care came out and did a proper assessment etc... and gave us some meds/booklets etc.... later that night he got puffed/breathless and then passed away at approx 8.45pm surrounded by myself, my brother, Mum, his sister and his grandchildren.... <3 

This last week has been a total nightmare for my family.... heartbreak like we have never before experienced...

Tonight I found a post/tribute that I  wrote back in September before my Dads 60th birthday.... you can read that HERE sums up how much I love My Dad...  he has even commented in the comments section, and when I read that again tonight...I bawled like a baby...

Thanks to all my beautiful bloggy friends for all your support and love <3 xx

Friday, 30 November 2012

....not blogging ...

Hi everyone.

I just thought I would sit down and drop you (who are still "holding on in there" on my blog) a quick line to let you know ............. I haven't been here much lately as I've had some "biggies" going on in "real life", and I know that should I sit down and blog, then it will more-likely-than-not become about the issues... one in particular.  The result of that would be just a major "downer", and I think first I need to get my head around it all...?  I dunno.  that's my thought for this hour anyway... it may well change (frequently).

Love and more love
Neetz xx

Wednesday, 14 November 2012

Playing catch-up

Hello all.... :)  You didn't even notice I haven't been here for ages did you..  *sulk*.  
Anyway, I am playing catch-up and trying to read millions of blog posts that I've missed whilst I've had no computer and have been offline ...... I will try and comment and will actually write a blog post soon.

:) xx

PS:  Had a great dessert/coffee night last night with the lovely bloggy chicks...and met another lovely blogger called Clare.... but will post with pics soon

Wednesday, 3 October 2012

Helping helps!

.......I've just remembered how, when you take time out to help someone else, - regardless of how busy you are, or the amount of crap you're going through or facing.... you know it HELPS not hinders your own situation!  Funny how that works right?

When we can set our sights on someone elses needs, and reaching out to them and helping out a bit, it's amazing how that helps you to not be so focused on all that is or isn't going on in our own lives !

:) I've been making an effort this week to really put others before me/my situation, reaching out and blessing people.  Dare you to do the same x

I really do.......................

I need you More........more than yesterday x

Wednesday, 12 September 2012

My Dad's almost 60!


My Dad's a legend.  
He's the kind of Dad that you just KNOW is there for you........despite distance, despite whatever HE might be going through, he is there....even though we're all grown up with families of our own, we just KNOW that we know that we know that Dad's right there for us when/if we need him.

Growing up with this amazing kind of support from him (and My beautiful Mum of course), you kind of just take it all for granted.  That is, until you see someone who has not had that same kind of Father/Parent figure.
I know for a long time I just thought that was "how it was".  Everyone had what I had.... but as I got older, the penny dropped and I realised that what I had was GOLD. 

This Dad of mine is going to be 60 on Friday!  Sixty.  Man, I remember when that sounded so.darn.old! haha.  (don't things change when 40's just around the corner for you!).

My Dad is a hard worker. He trained alongside my Grandfather and became an amazing upholsterer.  He and Papa had their business "RJ Larkins and Son"... (my Dad was the son obviously!).  I have so many fantastic memories of that time.  Hanging out at "the shop" after school.  It was conveniently situated right next door to "the ice-cream parlour"...which was THE prime spot for icecreams/sundaes/milkshakes etc back in the day in Kaitaia!!  So often we would go to the shop and Dad/Papa would let us raid the petty cash tin and go feast on all that yummy (naughty) goodness!  (Which contributed to this rather large waistline that I sport these days!). 

My Dad would teach us to tell the time..........whilst he worked on a lounge suite or chair, or motorbike seat (whatever the project at hand was).... he would also be MULTI-TASKING!! (pretty amazing for a bloke!)... and drawing us clock faces with upholstery chalk on the concrete floor....  

He would teach us long division (do they still do that these days)??
He would make us awesome things like "in fashion" duffle bags (anyone actually remember these??).. and cool padded vests that were the in thing at the time!!
We would invite all our friends over, and make necklaces out of some of the  different materials laying around the shop.  We'd have staple gun fights (so UN-PC these days).  My Dad was cool with our friends coming around!

My Dad would cut our hair EXACTLY how we wanted it..... none of this "No... you can't have that style etc".  Actually Dad would cut a large number of Kaitaia kids hair at his shop...and even at home because everyone knew we had clippers!! haha. 
He'd cut amazing patterns in the sides of our hair... and spike up the much so that my nickname at intermediate was "punky" haha. spiky top...patterened sides...and ratstails at the back... LOL!

My Dad had a motorbike accident when we was in his 30s......and he became a paraplegic.  
Take a moment to imagine how devastating that could have been to someone who was very active...a real blokey bloke ... hunting fishing.diving.sporty. a partier etc.. Suddenly you're being told that life is going to be quite different for you..................... it's a biggie.
He could have given up.  He's admitted he thought about "ending it all" at one stage......... but then realised he had US to live for. He had family, he had friends... so he LIVED!

He carried on.  He has lived his life....not just let it pass by.  He has always participated in stuff.. got out there done it!  He carried on with his upholstery... trained up others too (I really wish I had learnt the trade when I was younger!).  He has lived a great life despite the crap that "life" has thrown at him from time to time. 

My Dad's the kind of guy who doesn't like to put people out....cause a fuss or a bother.  The kind of patient in hospital that would be nigh unto death rather than put the nurses/doctors out!  He's far too cruisey for his own good!  This has made us kids step it up and go in to bat at time for our Dad.  

Dad is very hospitable, and gives gives gives... to others.  I have truly lost count of the number of people we have had through our house who have needed some support for a time...and to be honest at times I truly HATED it............. but now hearing how that time in our household has helped so many people, I realise what an "oasis" my Dad (and Mum) have been to others in their time of need!

I could go on and on about how amazing my Dad is...and he is.  Don't get me wrong, we have our fair share of arguments too........haha and the usual stuff, but when it all comes down to it.......... My Dad just rocks!!

I am so thankful for the Trust and belief that my Dad has always had in me.  I am thankful that whatever the issue is/was we could bring it to Dad and he'd help us with it....or just be there for us supporting.  I am thankful for his non-judgemental attitude, and his sense of "fairness".  That says a lot about someone.  
I am thankful for the absolute unlimited Love that Dad has for his grandchildren.... he adores them so much, and they him too.... I am so glad that our kids have a Grandfather and Grandmother that love and adore them like they do..... they feel so valued/loved cherished... and that's a big thing in making a kid and awesome big person one day!

I Love too that my Dad loves God!  This took a long hard road of prayer/tears etc... and he's so firm in his Christian's great!  Many many years we prayed for my Dad... hoped and wished that we'd see him one day believe in God... !! Awesomeness!

My Dad just goes beyond the call of when I have ripped horse covers....or covers that arent quite the right size for our horses.... No sweat to Dad... he's on his industrial sewing machine..and soon the cover looks amazing (good that he's such a perfectionist!!... BONUS!).  

Anyway, I could go on and on until the cows come home..... but I just wanted to tell the world what an awesome Daddy I have.............and I thank God daily for him (and Mum too!!).... 

And if you get to read this Dad.... I want to thank you for all of the above, and for much much more... 
For your love, and your care, and your  Whanaungatanga.  The world would be such a wonderful place even if we just had a handful more YOU's in it!!     
I can't wait to celebrate your birthday with you and our family/friends on Friday............ I hope you have a great night and enjoy yourself!! 

This song sums up how I feel about you and how BLESSED I am to have you................ my HERO xx

Arohanui xxx Your girl xxx

Saturday, 1 September 2012

Help-a Help-a Help-a the kids!!

Sharing this ... as I have on Facebook, because I think it's cute, funny, and for a great cause ;)
so come on "Feel inside....(and stuff like that)" .. ;) have a great weekend xx

Wednesday, 29 August 2012


**Warning…some of the things talked about in this blog are not very nice…they’re TRUE, but awful as well… just thought I better let you know so you can just skip this post if you’re easily disturbed.

I don’t know about you guys/girls out there, but I know that since I have had children and become a Mumma, I’m never too short of things to worry about…….especially when it comes to my children’s safety/wellbeing.

Well, Yesterday, I just happened to hear a news report about a new drug that’s doing the rounds overseas, and is becoming quite worrying for police/security and those having to deal with it.  And the more I read/watched videos, the more I began to worry for my children, but for ANY children…in fact anyone that is around this drug or those taking it.

They are Synthetic drugs, such as Mephedrone are the new “designer drugs” and they’re being sold on the streets under the name “Bath Salts”…the ingredients are LEGAL!!

Now I don’t usually get too worked up about this kind of thing, but the more and more I researched them, the more terrifying it became.

People under the influence of “Bath Salts” manifest in a way that I can only describe as “possessed”….it has been labeled the “Zombie drug”  They’re quite scary, and cannot be reasoned with.  Apparently Police say that the scary thing about this is that even people who are small/petite get out of control, they have tried to use the taser on “out of control” users, but have found they have to be tased at least 7 or 8 times before it becomes effective enough to do anything with them.  It has taken up to 10 police officers at times to be able to contain the drug user…….they become violent, and an underlying theme with those under the influence is cannibalism….   There was a recent case in the international news about a man who ate the face off a homeless guy.  Horrendous stuff!  Frightening stuff.

There are videos all over the net of people in a “Zombie” state, after having used “bath salts”.  Not just of them at home, but in the streets, on trains, in amongst the general public………. How scary is that?

I used to worry about the damage a pit bull could do if it escaped into the public, but to be honest, this new drug  ….. and its users being free to wander among people…among US, and our children, and our friends and loved ones!.. I find just as scary, if not scarier!

Do you think I’m being “over the top” , or do you also find this really scary too?

Tuesday, 28 August 2012

New things..

Sometimes it takes a little while to adjust to "new things" doesn't it?

So often we try something once, don't particularly like it, and then write it off, without giving it a fair and good try.  A new place... a new person... a new way of doing something.... a new food.... a new way of life.

I was beginning to think that perhaps "daycare" for Kendyl might not be "right" for her.

She was fine when we were in the "settling in" period.  But when it came time for me to do a drop and go the proverbial poo hit the fan!  (and it was not a pretty sight!) haha.

There was screaming.....the kind with eyes wide open, frightened, no "terrified". Tears, lots and lots of tears... there was negotiating..she was saying "Please mummy don't go and I will be good, and I will listen...and I will be really happy........"  Oh man it was heartbreaking.

As I had never "done" daycare before (since we were solely playcentre etc with Asher)... I had absolutely no idea how to go about the seperation process....
Do I do the "hard" method and just say... "'re staying here" and out the door I go?   (those of you who know me how ridiculous this is for me to even consider...haha).  I might go on and on and on about how this child of mine has driven me crazy since her arrival ...........actually no even BEFORE her arrival...with her antics....... but at the end of the day, I love her, I miss her and I really do hate seeing her so anxious/worried.

Or, do I do the "there there my baby...okay I'll stay another 5 minutes".... sit and play with her for 5 mins until she calms down, then repeat the whole "freak out" session again......???  What do I do? How do I do it? How do NORMAL people do it?

Then a couple of nice carers at the centre stepped up and said... you say goodbye to her, we'll take her to do some pictures etc after she's said goodbye and she'll be fine after a little while.
So we did that.  She was still quite distraught, but she settled down quickly (apparently).  .. I know this as I was so "over the top crazy first time daycare mumma" that I rang back about 3 times  harrassing people to see if she'd settled... and "were they sure".  

** I know what you're all thinking.... Oh man... poor centre having to deal with Juanita!...and you're right!**

So, those first few times, I'd drop her off in a up the road, unable to see the road due to the copious amounts of tears welling from my own eyes....have to pull over and end up in a heaving sobbing terrible mess......then ringing my husband to try and share some of the awfulness with him!! haha.  (I know everyone's rolling their eyes about now, but I'm just being honest)  I would love to have a tale of me being all brave and okay about leaving her there....but I wasn't I was a MESS!!

I had a good ol' natter to a friend of mine, who worked in the childcare industry before having her bub... and she gave me a few "hints" about how to leave her.

Arrive at the centre..hang up Kendyls bag, say to Kendyl, alright, come on lets find ... *insert carer/teachers name here* and she can look after you when Mum leaves....etc (she put it much better)...
Now, yesterday I got to try it out.... and to be honest, I didn't REALLY like my chances, as this kid was so stressed previously.
So over the weekend I had been "gearing her up" for daycare...saying... Oh and tomorrow will be daycare, what fun things do you think you'll do tomorrow?"  (even though I had begun to really dread Mondays coming around again)... I tried to stay positive, and she was buying into it.
"I want to make Papa a picture for his birthday" she said...
Then yesterday on the drive there, she was speaking so positively about the centre...she said "you are going to stay for a little while aye Mummy??" and I said "Yes, I will hang up your bag and find Nicky, and you can do a picture and Mummy will be back later" ...................... "Okay Mummy" she said, no hesitation whatsoever.  Negative me kept thinking... "Oh yeah, wait til we get there"
So we arrive... she is so excited as she FINALLY has her name on her bag peg.......BONUS!  "Hi Macey, Hi Keira, Hi Anji" she said to everyone, and she disappears with them!!?
Oh my...
Oh my... I think .. surely it cannot be this easy??

Then she runs back.... "I have found Nicky" she said, "you can go now, we are going to play and then do our picture"    My baby leans in...squeezes me, kisses me and waves bye bye....   I turn to go and open the door and then she starts yelling... "Mummy Mummy Mummy...." ....... Oh no here we go....
"Mummy...... can you get me a treat too for being GOOD?" she says with a cheeky smile...   Oh man, how could I NOT!!

And then I watch her run back out to Nicky who's waiting for her at the painting station!!!!

Wow... I feel relieved, and like a huge burden has lifted off of my shoulders.
How will I spend my next 6hours not pacing, watching the clock, worrying, fretting...???    I know, I will go spend some of hubbys money! heehe.

If you'd have asked me last week what I thought of daycare it would have been a total contrast to how I am feeling today............some things just take a little time :)

Monday, 13 August 2012

Prayers for my Sis.

I want to thank ALL of you who have been praying and interceding on behalf of my wonderful Sister in law Aveena, who is battling, fighting, against a horrible cancer (then again which cancer is NOT horrible!).. called Ewings sarcoma.  Thank you for your thoughts, your prayers, your love, not only for my Sister, but for my little bro, and their 4 little kiddies whose lives have all been greatly affected by this nasty disease.
Av & Bob, wedding day
Av & Bob baldies <3

My Dad and My sis in law
Taikaha 9yrs, Bobbi 2yrs, Charlize 7yrs (their kids).. My Kendyl... Faith 6yrs (their daughter) and My Asher.
Even though she's facing all of the chemotherapy (she's on triple dose Chemo), and subsequently all of the side effects that go hand in hand with it....and even though she's unable to be with her babies, (as she has to remain in Auckland, and the family are in Kaitaia), her faith is unwaivering....
 she has her eyes on God and is so quick to praise him.  She is so very very positive, and so steadfast in her belief that her God has this sorted... and that he knows best! Isn't that awesome!?

It's so much better facing tough situations like this with God...knowing he's there and has your back!  It doesn't mean it makes it EASIER... just better.  Knowing that so many of you, and other friends/family have been standing with our family in prayer during this tough time has been such a major help! It feels like the load is being shared!!

To Leonie and Kristy, thank you guys for the beautiful beanies!  I will have to get a picture of Avee wearing them to post for you to see!!  You guys are a blessing, and I pray that you'll be just as blessed by others!! x

Gorgeous...with hair or without!

The whanau shaved too!

Where she'd love to be...home with whanau and babies
Can't wait to have her home at gatherings!

Week before she went into hospital

with one of her babes

Sunday, 12 August 2012

LOVE IS............

A surprise bar of choccy arriving in the mail :)  

It's lovely to find out that "someone out there" cares about ya, and has taken the time to get a bar of choc sent to you!  Thanks to "The Sisterhood" who I have yet to track down (but will link their site here), and a huge hug to whoever that lovely person was who nominated me!  I don't know who you are, but again, I will track you down!! ;)

What a blessing, just what I need in among all the other "goings on"

It's made me more aware of how I can bless someone else today too!

Friday, 10 August 2012

Cuddles through the fence

I'm making the very most of the time that my boy is cuddly and wants to be around me.......haha. At the moment he's in a place where he can't get enough Mummy cuddles and kisses and praise/attention (particularly the GOOD attention, but occasionally the BAD attention!).

Today as I was on duty at Playcentre and feeling a little frazzled (the day started badly with lots of appts/phone calls and other mini dramas).... and just on the edge of screeching at the screechy yelling kids.....  I looked up and out the window ..........and saw beyond the "bars" of the school/playcentre fence my 8yr old smiling at me and waving ferociously!

In that instant, my heart cheered up, a smile broke out on my face, and I couldnt wait to rush out and smack him with my lips! :)

As I got to the fence though, i noticed 2 of his friends standing off out the back a little.... so I thought I better ask his permission to cuddle/kiss him through the fence.... (incase it wasn't COOL infront of your friends!).
"Don't be silly Mum......" he said.  "I always want to cuddle you!!"  *melt*.
"Shall we pass on the kiss though?" I whispered.
"NOOOOO kiss me!" he answered!! So he got a nice big kiss too, and didn't care when his mates muttered and carried on! hahaha.

Just last week he said to me he'll never get embarrassed of me... (yeah right I thought...)  and then he said.. "because you're cooler than heaps of sing in a REAL band!" hahahaha..
Guess I can't quit the band any time soon then if I want to stay looking cool in the eyes of my big boy!! haha

Don't you love kiddy snuggles... I love em so much, they make all the "other mummy moments" so worthwhile!! ;)

Have a great weekend you lovely Mums/Dads xxxxxxxx