I was woken by beaming children bearing gifts. Gifts they’d spent hours on, over weeks. Their thoughtfulness moved me to tears; they were so excited to be doing something special for me. (I must save that warm fuzzy feeling for the next homework time when we’re all cantakerous and baffled by multiplication…)
There were special pictures in colourful frames, a bangle and a key ring, and a backscratcher. Yes, a backscratcher. You didn’t think that was just a common or garden wooden spoon did you?
Then I got my fancy new toy. Soon (when I read the instructions) you will see the benefit of improved technology. Actually, you’ll probably not see any difference, but I’ll benefit from a rechargable battery rather than replacing them every turn round. I’m going to use the same technique to improve my photography as my writing- just keep bombarding you with it…
When I chose this, one of the deciding amazon reviews was from a woman who said she’d bought it for her 9 year old. If a 9 year old could use it, surely it wouldn’t be totally beyond me? (Conveniently, I’d forgotten about the Nintendo DS and the Wii that I don’t really understand.) So, imagine my anxiety levels rising when I went to register the machine and discovered that it wasn’t from the ‘easy’ range; it’s from the ‘smart’ range. I’ve no idea if that’s a good thing or not. If I never speak of it again, you can draw your own conclusions.
In the spirit of happy homemaking I used a gift to buy these
I seemed to be thinking that since Herself and the grandmothers had bowls like these, then the very bowls would pass on domestic skills. Never mind the secret of the Black Magic box, I’m expecting the secret of the baking bowls! Brain fog? I wonder how long it will be before I think I should have put it all towards a handbag fund?
So many skills to improve, so many happy challenges. So many gifts.
None of them as special as the excitement on little faces yesterday morning.