Someone once told me that when writing a blog post you need to be real; people like real stories, with real emotions. Why read it unless it resonates, why write it unless it’s real. I always try to be honest in my posts, to share from the heart and tonight is no different. When I started writing this it was tinged with sadness as my Nan had passed away only that morning. Sadness and yet also joy fill my heart as I remember her. I write this as much for me as anyone else. I want to remember our final moments together. My memories of my Nan.
Insult me and I’m not too happy about it but I’m a grown girl, I can take it but insult my children and you’re in trouble. You know what I’m talking about right. It makes me smile, us mummies can be so calm and gentle until someone comes after our children and it’s like something happens to us, this protection comes out and we can almost become fierce! You don’t mess with our babies, now it’s personal!