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I have started this blog so many times…

The story comes from my now 10 year old Baby Dragon (yes, my children are all from days of yore). She was listening to Peter and the Wolf one day when she was maybe 2 or 3… there’s a part where the narrator is describing the instruments and what they represent… and he said “and the duck, by the oboe…” to which she piped up – How silly! Ducks don’t have elbows!

One of those gorgeous kid memories… at the time, I needed a title for a blog and that became it. This blog has passed through many themes, but ultimately, it has always been about my kids…

So here I am… once again writing my first blog post.

I’ll see how I go once more writing a mummy blog – as trite as that seems to be in this world… This is for me. Maybe for my kids one day.

I have Miss Princess, who wants to be a Belle, but is secretly a Merida – currently 17 and just finished school last week – already struggling with the realities of life – that if you want money, you need to work… and that can actually mean 5 days a week… and that you can’t just be too tired… or skip it and go to the beach or shopping… Ah… life…

Fifteen year old Master Knight who enjoys telling me all the things I do wrong – he’s helpful like that. He’s my extremist. Going through life with a strong sense of right and wrong, black and white… hacking at anything in the way to protect what he thinks is right… not always realising, or being open to the idea, that maybe he has it wrong… or maybe there is grey…

The 10 year old Baby Dragon breathes fire when you least expect it. People tell me she’s a garden fairy, skipping through life in the flower bed… but they haven’t seen the twinkle in the eye… felt the stillness in her breath when annoyed… This one is my sleeping dragon, lazily watching the world with a half opened eye… until you poke and prod her enough… then, snap! You are burned to a crisp, bitten in half.

The Wizard is my dragged up fourth child… currently 8 years in age… He doesn’t follow the rules, and doesn’t deign to even argue them with you. He simply creates his own rules and his own magic.

I am mother dragon, of course – protective of my brood… but the moniker was actually given by their father who referred to me constantly as the old dragon to them… I twisted it so long ago… Who wouldn’t want to be a dragon?!? Who wouldn’t want to soar above the world, snapping in half or burning to a crisp, anyone who annoys them?!? A dragon is never, ever an insult. And so… our characters were sorted… and the personalities seem to still sit well…

Life with a sensory child… the milk sat on the table for 10 minutes so the temperature wasn’t exactly the same as he’s used to… so it must be off… currently, he only drinks out of plastic, so all odours and flavours have to be removed or he can tell that it’s off… and if I change the brand of milk because I shop at a different store, it’s off…

Far too many people don’t get it and far too many aren’t interested in understanding…

A friend the other day asked if I’d ever thought of just smacking him really hard a few times to see if that works…

So many people just say – then he’d starve at my place because he eats what I give him or gets nothing…

When a person has an obvious physical disability, people make allowances. When the difference is mental, psychological or not visual though…

A friend describes the sensory issues as how we feel when we’re in a dark alley – everything is heightened and in alert… and this is how these kids (and adults) live every single second of every single day… exhausting… exhausted…

Reset…

Friends, food and bubbles…

when the kids are all away, people seem to feed me… perhaps it’s because we can chat without distraction… or perhaps it’s because they know I’ll live on toast and ice cream…

but it’s a wonderful reset…

and reminded me that I still need to buy a tagine… and as google has little advice other than that the ones from Africa are the best… and none of my foodie friends knows much about them… clearly I need to find a marketplace in Morocco or Marrakech!