Just when you think it’s safe … here I am again! I’m never going to win awards for prolific blogging but the intention is always there to post regularly and that’s what matters. Isn’t it?
So, when I left you all back in January (eek!) Son No1 had just had his surgery and was back home. I believe I was waxing lyrical about how proud I was of my boy … and I’m bound to do it again … unashamedly.
The past weeks have whizzed past. Lots has happened in GGHQ, lots of work has been done by the Junior GGs, Son No1 has dyed his hair purple, Mr GG has gone back to work, I got a wee car so, happily, no more zooming around in the Great Behemoth and six weeks ago this little girl joined our family. Harley Quin has absolutely won the human hearts with her antics … Princess Leia, however, is not so smitten and is generally living upstairs although, on the occasions when she has to come downstairs, she gives Harley a hiss and a swipe … we live in hope of harmony in the future!
Son No1’s six weeks of being completely non-weightbearing passed smoothly. He quickly became adept at whizzing up and down stairs on his hands (although not in handstand style as one doctor assumed) and made sure he missed out on as little as possible. In early March he returned to Glasgow for his bright yellow casts to be taken off in readiness for learning to walk once again. To begin with he was incredibly weak, his legs struggled to obey the signals from his brain, his feet railed against being in a position that was alien to them and he found it exhausting to travel even the shortest distance with his walking frame. However, once again I was left in complete awe of my son’s strength of character and determination and within two weeks of the casts coming off he was doing this:
Physio is ongoing and unpleasant but my boy is working hard (when reminded) … he doesn’t enjoy physio at all and is still in some pain but he is an amazing lad. I feel truly blessed to be able to call him my son.
Life has carried on as usual around Son No1’s hospital adventures. The younger boys have particularly enjoyed some extra days without school work when we were at appointments. We spent a lovely day at the National Museum of Rural Life where Son No2 appeared quite at home in a tractor. We celebrated Down Syndrome Awareness Day with our odd socks … I was particularly touched by the readiness of my lad with OCD to take part, I thought he may find odd socks a step too far for him but he embraced it happily. Son No3 has continued building and creating with his Tinker Crates (my favourite is the wee robot clip below) and is beginning to ponder moving on to the more technical Eureka Crates.
At the beginning of March I escaped to Northern Ireland with four dear friends. We went primarily to go to a conference where Nancy Guthrie was speaking but the time together, eating, laughing, crying and just enjoying each other’s company was incredibly precious. I am so thankful for their friendship and encouragement and for the knowledge that they are praying for me just as I am praying for each of them. I am truly blessed to call them my friends.
A few weeks ago my Dad reached the milestone of 60 years since his ordination. To mark the occasion we all travelled to Cumbria for the weekend for Dad to preach in the first church he pastored as a young man back in 1959. It was a special time and we all enjoyed the weekend even managing to fit in a wee game of crazy golf for some of us. I am so very thankful for my Dad. He has remained faithful to his calling throughout his life and has never lost his passion for and love of the Word of God. I am truly blessed to be his daughter.
As a wee aside, one of the funniest moments of the weekend has got to be my misplaced confidence in letting the boys pack for themselves. One boy (I’m not saying which) accidentally took his younger brother’s trousers and nearly ended up going to church like this!
Back home Mr GG and I continue in our quest to live simply. The dream is to have a small-holding one day but, for now, we continue to make wee changes at home using what we have as efficiently as possible. For the past few months I’ve been making my own laundry powders, shower gels and soap which definitely seems to be making a positive difference to Son No2’s skin … result!
Well, I’m writing this at the table in our kitchen, my favourite room in our house. The back door is open for Harley to come in and out despite the fact she’s fast asleep at my feet. The sun is shining, birds are twittering about in the trees and the chickens are quietly clucking as they dust bathe in the garden. There’s an air of tranquillity and I like it. The sun reminds me that summer is approaching and, with that, the anticipation of a holiday from school work. As much as I love home education and wouldn’t change it for the world, this is an exhausting life and I find myself looking forward to the holidays just as much as I did when the boys were in school. I am immensely proud of how hard my sons have worked over this past year and look forward to all that they will achieve over the coming months but, for now, we’re all looking forward to slowing the pace a little, going on some adventures, and relaxing together.
However, the air of tranquillity will soon dissipate as, any moment now, three hungry boys are going to descend on the kitchen hollering ‘What’s for tea?’ ‘When will tea be ready’ ‘I’m starving’ … so on that note I’ll sign off for today and leave you with this …