Angels, fairies and ouchy knees

Dear Christopher, 

You have been having a bit of a rough time with your little knees lately. 

First you bumped into a boy at school and grazed it quite badly. Then as it had just healed, and you were so proud of how beautifully it had, you slipped and opened up the wound. After that event you were struggling to sleep at night as it was hurting and you were worried about it healing over, so the following story came to me. 

There once was a 5 year old little boy Christopher, who loved running as fast as the wind. Everywhere he went, he flew. One day at school as he was enjoying his speed, another little boy came racing towards him and they knocked each other over. Christopher's knee was so badly grazed that even his trousers ripped open. His little friends Maddie and Lorcan held his hands and walked him inside gently and lovingly to be taken care of by a kind teacher. 

The days passed and his knee was healing beautifully. Christopher kept checking it and saying how well the scab was recovering. However, not long after the skin had grown over the ouchy, Christopher came home again having slipped on the playground and reopened the wound. 

This boy was so brave to have gone through all these falls and to be patient enough to wait for the scar to heal not once, but twice! But what he didn't know was that when he wasn't looking at his scab or picking at it to see if the scab would come off sooner, or when he was peacefully asleep in his bed, tiny fairies were busy at work mending his precious little knees. 

Christopher had to be very still though, because if he took one look at the knee or started touching it, that would frighten these healing little beings away. 

The story went something like this and before I got halfway through it you were fast asleep, and woke up bright and cheerful in the morning saying you had seen the light of the little fairies. 

That night we were chatting about the fairies again and you brought up angels and we said a prayer of protection to Archangel Michael when you said you could see their light around our bedroom window. The moment you said that, the photo frame on that window sill toppled over. We felt like it must have been a reassurance from them to let us know they were watching over us as we slept. 

Thank you 🌷

Thank you Christopher for your smile that lights up the room and your endless curiosity and creativity and joy you bring to our lives. Thank you for your adorable and insightful chattering that I want to bottle up and remember forever. 

Thank you Daniel for your quiet and peaceful presence, for being a sturdy rock of unconditional love for my wild and untethered soul and for our beautiful boys, four legged and 2! Thank you for your ability to capture life's special moments on camera like no other, for your courage to play, whether it be the guitar, lego, rough and tumble, basketball, you're a special Dad and a beautiful friend. 

Bluey and all our other furry friends we've loved over the years, there are no words for the kind of love you give. The thought of even the smelliest surprises you occasionally leave on the lounge floor melt away when I see Christopher cuddling you and calling you his little furry brother. 

Thank you Mum for your loving presence in our lives. You're always there looking for ways to make our lives easier and always ready to be of help. Thank you for nourishing us with your incredible food and for being my favourite help at the allotment. I love the time we spend there taking in the view, digging and weeding, nattering about all things big and small and of course the well earned cappuccinos on the bench after! 

Thank you Linda for the joy and warmth you bring to our lives and for the special bond you have with Christopher. Thank you for raising Daniel to be the man he is, the father and husband he is. He has so much of your warmth and humour and you both bring so much lightheartedness to even the most mundane moments. 

Thank you Bazska for being the best brother I ever could have wished for. I just utter a problem and you've already solved it. Christopher adores your craziness and so do we. I'll even keep putting up with you embarrassing me in public because of the charming ways in which you go about it! I also appreciate you not throwing matchbox cars at me anymore or sinking your teeth into my knees! :) 

Thank you for our beautiful big family of adopted Dads, sisters, brothers, nephews and nieces. We are so blessed to have all of your loving presence. 

Last but not least my heart is filled with gratitude for all the crazy, gentle, nourishing, unbelievable friendships I have been gifted with over the years. I hope wholeheartedly that you all recognise yourselves when you read this. You are part of my family and I love you all in so many different ways. Thank you for hearing me, seeing me, accepting my weird and wonderful quirks and for giving a lifetime of sacred moments to cherish. 

N💝

U❤️

A beautiful little discovery from my morning walk with Bluey... 

Whether it be my neuro speciality or just one of my quirks, I can get quite particular about how I'd like to do my spiritual practices. In my ideal world I wake up and open A Course in Miracles, or any other book I'm drawn to at that moment and read a quote that will guide me on that particular day. I would then meditate briefly on it, breathe mindfully and then move mindfully with yoga or qigong and THEN start the day. 

Does this ever happen? Those of you with a child and pet, or anyone or anything to look after will probably understand, that this kind of undertaking is pretty near impossible. 

So I cut corners. 

Today is St Nicholas's day in Hungary, so job #1 this morning on waking was wrapping tiny bits to go in Christopher's and Daniel's boots. 

Meditation had to be merged with my Bluey walk (Bluey our dog, not the world famous one, although our dog is making his way up there with his tail wagging social skills) So I listened to my Course meditation for the day while juggling admiring autumn leaves and the light of the sun peeping over Hambledon Hill, with the odd not so graceful extracting of Bluey made substances from wet blades of grass! 

Today's meditation was centered around expressing gratitude for the gifts you've received from God throughout the day. I was lit up by the task and started listing all the wonderful people and circumstances in my life, perhaps a poem to follow from that later... 

I carried on my daily circuit around the winding streets of our village, thinking of more and more things to give thanks for, when I arrived at Daniel's car. Not technically his car, it's a hire car he's using while his van is being fixed. 

 I felt an unstoppable urge to trace I love you on his front window and reverse it so he could read it from inside. 

My fingers glided through the morning mist revealing a backwards U and a heart and as I looked at it to see if it was visible, my heart skipped a beat. Literally underneath it was a mirror image of what I had written. I tried to capture an image of it, I could not believe my eyes. A tiny message from above to say the love you send out returns to you. Or 'giving and receiving are one in truth' as the Course puts it. 

This was undoubtedly the best present anyone has snuck into my boots on St Nicholas's day. 

U❤️

Dear Christopher 01.12. 25

My darling Christopher, 

I wanted both of us to remember this start of advent, which was my favourite of all time. 

We woke up together and you asked for your usual back scratch! 'Harder mummy' you say and I do it until my arms drop off.

The we read a beautiful Hungarian Christmas poem that was a gift from your Godmummy Erika. You liked the picture of the cosy tree decorated with warm colours. 

We then found our wooden nativity set and you asked if you could put it up on your desk in your room. So there it is with everyone snuggled up inside, hiding from the rain, as it's a very wet day out today!

You lit the candle in the robin candle holder that you chose from the Range the other day and we munched on our breakfast together, you on your peanut butter and honey toast with frozen cherries, yes frozen cherries! And I on my carrot and cherry porridge and we chatted about Christmas memories. 

I told you about one I had as a child in Ulladulla in Australia, as it has stayed as one of my favourite Christmases from my childhood.

We also read a few pages of my favourite book, The Boy the Mole the Fox and the Horse and you said the boy doesn't know very much as he's asking a lot of questions. We then established that it's quite brave to ask questions and perhaps it shows that you actually know a lot, but you're curious. It's wonderful to be able to stay curious isn't it?

I asked you what you thought Jesus was like? I said I thought he was kind and funny and forgiving. You added 'loving'

Mummy: I often talk to Jesus when I have a sad or angry heart and when I need to be forgiven for something.

Christopher: Does he forgive you?

Mummy : Always.

Christopher : How do you know?

Mummy : Because I always have a peaceful heart after I talk to Him.

With all my love my precious boy, 

Mummy x