When I was eight I wrote a poem while sitting in the garden with my mother.
We were in London and sitting in the garden didn’t happen very often because 1)
My father preferred us to keep off the grass and 2)
The weather wasn’t always co-operative on the days we had time to sit out.
Called Daddies on reflection it is beyond me where I got this notion of fatherhood;
My father was not like this at all…
Daddies are such funny people,
Some climb up the high church steeple,
Others paint and put things right,
While some old men hide out of sight.
On Saturday mornings they lie in bed
While the poor old wife gets the children fed.
Daddies don’t like fuss or bother,
Things like that are left to mother.
Rhyme rather than biography must have been the driving force!
Happily my hubs is not that kind of father either.
This is what I awaken to on my Saturday mornings!
Pain au chocolat and French press coffee.
We loll around and talk of this and that,
Our week together and apart,
The rhythm of the day ahead,
Present and future plans,
The dreams we have,
Our shared faith,
How the children are.
Then we lie back and enjoy the view,
Or at least we did while we lived in a stilt house, with two dogs, for four months in Florida.
I still get my coffee on Saturday mornings …. only without the view!
Well hello there! My name is Vivienne McNeny.
I am an empty nester exploring life as a Boomer…you could say I'm happily Boomering along!
As a homeschooling Mum I have finally quit the job of role model and mentor to my four children. I do what I want to do, eat when I feel like it, enjoy life with my blue eyed cowboy and clean my house once a month or so whether it needs it or not!
In true English form I write about the emergence of my true identity now that I can no longer hide behind my children as their Mum.
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2014-09-17 15:42:34
It is my pleasure and always the best part of waking up – when I see you!
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