A PORTRAIT OF MY CHILDREN, EVERY WEEK, FOR THE NEXT 52 WEEKS
Inspired by The 52 Project.
Finley: The Actor. My goodness, the creativity that flows around our house some days. It’s colourful, bright, theatric fun at it’s best. It’s funny facial expressions and original costume ensembles aka Buzz meets Rambo meets Captain Hook meets Ant Protector.
Sienna: The Dancing Queen. There’s a twinkle in her eye, and she knows just how to use it to get everyone up on the dance floor.
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Although we are happy living in Dubai, there is a huge downside to living in a foreign country, far away from the place you used to (still do!) call home and your dearest friends and close family. And it is just that; you’re far away. There are of course many benefits, and you try to make the most of time spent together, valuing every minute and treasuring every new memory made. You work hard at making sure it’s quality time; whether it’s a day, a week, or a month spent together, because quantity is something you gave up, by choosing to live in a another country.
When it comes to our family, for the most part we’ve learnt to be good at this quality time thing. And also, for the most part, we enjoy this way of life. Of course, there’s no denying, the dream is still to live next door to my sister, with a neat, little Grandparent cottage in the garden and a dining table big enough to seat nieces and nephews, whenever they might feel like dropping by for supper at their Aunty M’s house.
For now, however, I enjoy staying up until 2 am in the morning, excited to welcome Mum, who just arrived on a late flight, ready to spend ten whole days of precious, tea drinking, nail pampering, herb planting, home cooking, quality time together, and please someone put the kettle on we need more tea there is so much to catch up on even though we just spoke last week on FaceTime and hi how was your flight and oh I am so happy you are here let’s have more tea and yeay. Big YEAY.
But, then there’s The Goodbye’s. And they suck. Every time. Huge, big, rubbish, missing you already, goodbye’s.
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A new week starts here tomorrow, and we have some lovely and busy plans to look forward to; including celebrating a very special little friend’s fifth birthday, and cuddles with my gorgeous friend’s new baby boy — can’t wait!
I hope you have had a good week! Do you live close to your family? Or do you maybe live abroad? If so, where? How do you cope with the goodbye’s?