Thursday, December 24, 2015

A Christmas Reason to be Cheerful!

I really do hope you are having a happy Christmas eve. If you're reading this after it's all over, then I hope it was an amazing Christmas for you and yours.

Reasons to be cheerful has been the one post I have not missed, every week, for the whole of 2015. It gives me joy, each week, to find reasons to smile. 

Even when the world is looking bleak, wars are starting. Or when meltdowns are ruling my days. That's when 'reasons' means the most. A little smile, 5 minutes peace, a Zumba session, they are my reasons to smile, to keep going.

Reasons to be Cheerful

I only have one reason to be cheerful, this week. It's not that I'm not smiling, it is Christmas after all, and I'm spectacularly organised! My 2 younger boys are coping with the seasonal changes incredibly well (which mostly involves staying in their room!).

No, my reason is singular this week, because it deserves a post of it's own.

The teen turns 18!

Yup, my biggest boy is 18 on Boxing Day.

It doesn't feel like 18 years ago that I was late for an anti natal appointment, which resulted in a different check up. The check up that revealed I was in slow labour (already over my date by 5 days).

It doesn't feel like 18 years ago that I spent Christmas eve in hospital ward, with my husband, because I was the only one there, so the midwifes allowed him to stay.

It certainly doesn't feel like 18 years ago that I spent Christmas day, wandering the wards of the hospital. My waters had gone by 8am, but there was no sign of him.

I bet my mam can't believe it was that long ago she spent the day walking the wards with me, because they had sent my hubby home to get some rest (because he obviously need it more than me....).

However it was 18 years ago, Boxing day, 4:25pm, that he finally arrived. Scaring us to death, not breathing properly, too cold. He was given breathing aides, put in a heated cot, and came to life.

It was the most agonising birth, that was worth every second.

He was a baby that never slept, but was adored by everyone.

Then he was the child that was anxious, but always smiling.

Now he's a young man, that doesn't want to grow up, but makes me smile everyday.

Mr. Ojo and I couldn't be prouder.

Happy Birthday baby, don't worry, you don't have to 'adult' yet!

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