Small victories
Thursday, December 09, 2004
Laura was out at some class mothers' do last night so I was alone in the house after the children went to bed. I sat upstairs and read, listening to a Bill Evans CD and reading 'The Olive Farm' by Carol Drinkwater. A very mellow read to very mellow music and I felt very much at ease when I decided to go to bed.
The children sleep in rooms on different levels of the house and I love the ritual of popping into each room as I climb the house to bed. By the time I reach Kirstie's room at the top of the house I find myself astonished anew that I have three children. I just wish we lived in sight of the sea, with great sweeps of light rushing into the house every morning and the sounds and scents of nature at our door rather than rush-hour traffic and the damp grey of an English winter.
In the meantime I'll take healthy children and the love I feel for them as I watch them sleep.
The children sleep in rooms on different levels of the house and I love the ritual of popping into each room as I climb the house to bed. By the time I reach Kirstie's room at the top of the house I find myself astonished anew that I have three children. I just wish we lived in sight of the sea, with great sweeps of light rushing into the house every morning and the sounds and scents of nature at our door rather than rush-hour traffic and the damp grey of an English winter.
In the meantime I'll take healthy children and the love I feel for them as I watch them sleep.