Yesterday at Mums Aloud, a Sunday drop-in and brunch for mums and their families at the Children's Centre, we held a minute's silence for Remembrance Sunday. It's amazing how quiet 30 mums and 60 children, mostly under 5, can be when they really try. And there was something so moving about seeing so many mums and young children holding hands or hugging each other quietly. It made the loss seem so real and remembering the dads and grandads who were never given the chance to be part of their own family, so sad. As soon as the minute was over, the children went back to cycling wildly round the garden or using huge amounts of glue to stick tiny bits of scarlet, poppy coloured paper onto a collage. Everyone laughed and chatted and played. But somehow, one minute's remembering made the next hour something worth treasuring.
Spent Saturday wandering around Brighton with a friend and our daughters. My friend has 2 teenage children and 2 children under 5 ( rather her than me ). She was telling me that her 4 year old daughter had been given a wooden sword and was pretending to stab her younger brother with it.
" It's alright," she told her mum when she walked in and saw her , " I'm killing him very gently."
Joss ( 13 )asked me the other day, why Mia ( 15 )gets worried about school tests. It's hard to know how to answer that!
Last night as Mia and I were driving back from dropping off a friend, we spied a man standing on the pavement at a busy intersection, doing T'ai Chi in the dark and rain. He radiated such a peace and inner calmness. I hope we can carry it with us through today.
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