This Time I’m Asking For Me!

One thing I realise about myself is that I can easily ask you all for support for others but I’m terrible at asking for myself.

 

This time of year is known as the awards time in the blogging world. With nominations being requested for the Mad awards and the Brit mums.

 

Normally I don’t like entering the arena, fear of failing is the motivator behind the decision. But this year I decided why not!

 

As you know my writing is personal what you read here is the rambling of my mind, and because of this I do often wonder where I fit within the blogging world.

 

“Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.” Oscar Wilde

 

So this year I’ve decided not to stress about where I fit but to embrace the extraordinary instead of the ordinary.

 

So here is where my cry for help comes in.

 

I have two requests, Brit mums are asking for nominations for the keynote speakers at Brit mums live. I would love to be able to stand up and read my post, My letter to Livvy. To share with all my brave incredible daughter, to raise awareness of Rett Syndrome and to remind all of the gift of each and every day.

 

Please help me on this quest and nominate this post for the keynote speech here…

 

My second request is also to do with Brit mums. I am honoured to be short listed for a Brilliance in Blogging award in the Inspire category. It has been amazing to be nominated but it would be incredible to win. If you enjoy, admire my writing please consider voting for me here.

 

So there you go, I’m stepping out of comfort zone and asking for support. 

 

Thank you for reading and feel free to share this post with others. 

AN AMAZING EVENING

Last night I was blessed enough to be part of the Compassion UK team at one of the stops on the Philippa Hanna coffee shop tour.

 

I have to tell you it was awesome. The evening was started by a local lad with incredible talent Jacob Lloyd. Such a fun cheeky lad with a great voice.

 

I then got my first experience of the artist called Roo Walker, never had I witnessed such guitar playing.  Also the insane way he used a loop with amazing results left me laughing out loud. Roo is a seriously funny, insane (yes i said it twice) guy who I adored.

 

Then of course was Philippa Hanna, I am new to Philippa’s music. I was swept away about two months ago by her song I am amazing. Its a song that just reminds us how perfect we are because we are Gods creation and that  God doesn’t make mistakes.

 

I was so excited to hear more from Philippa and I wasn’t disappointed. Her songs are written from her heart, they are her journey. So many of her lyrics spoke to my heart. I’ve been there judging myself, feeling lost inside myself. Philippa’s songs reminds us  that we are never alone, God is with us always.

 

One amazing voice, one beautiful lady.

 

Of course the best bit of the evening was working on behalf of Compassion UK and being part of the journey into child sponsorship for people. Introducing them to the child they have chosen getting to tell them that because of their sponsorship they had just changed a child’s life. Through their sponsorship their chosen child will receive, food, clean water, medical care, inoculations and the opportunity to be part of their local church and learn of Jesus’ love for all.

 

How exciting.

 

I had an phenomenal evening and would suggest to anyone if Philippa and Roo are playing at a coffee shop near you, to go along you wont be disappointed. I took along my two teens and their friends and they had an incredible evening.You wont be disappointed.

 

Eden, Philippa Hanna , Marianne

 

Eliott, Roo Walker , Kennedy

 

And of course if you would are considering sponsoring a child pop over to Compassion UK.

We Are All Unique

Sometimes I just have to stop and watch the world.

It’s a wonderful creation from the highest of mountains to the ocean floor, life is lived in many different ways. The beauty of a eagle in flight, the inner beauty of an oyster shell.

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All so different all so unique.

It’s incredible how unquie we are, each one of us special in our own way. From hair colour to height. From eye colour to shoe size.

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We all have different dreams, different feelings. All completely unique to us and only us.

What I find strange in the world is how we don’t see this uniqueness as the gift it is. We all want to be slim like the latest top model, famous like the Oscar winning actor.

We strive to be part of a group, a clan, a set.

I’m not saying I’m any different I’m so not. I strive to be part of a group, to fit in to be recognised.

Yet I’m struck by how different I am in different groups in different situations. It feels like I play different in many different plays.

I often leave places thinking WHAT, where did Sara go?

It’s not a great place to be, I do accept we all play a variety of roles in life, mother, daughter, work colleague , friend. But the inner essence should be you.

I made a pact today to embrace my uniqueness, everything about me from my tattoos to my secret desire for a power suit.

I am who I am and guess what that’s actually ok.

So if you are feeling lost, fed up of not being you, join me in my quest of embracing the uniqueness of ourselves.

There is only one me in this world and that is pretty special.

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A Mother’s Day Gift That Could Change A Life

As we all celebrate Mother’s Day here in the UK. Enjoying our flowers and homemade cards.

 

I would like you to think of mothers around the world who aren’t so lucky.  They fight daily struggles against starvation, disease and so much more.

 

Their dearest wish is for their children to escape the 

extreme poverty that they call life.

 

Think about the children who have lost their mothers too early to disease’s that could have been prevented by basic medicines and measures.

 

Children like Elisabeth in the below film who now has to be mother to her siblings at the tender age of 8. 

 

Please watch the film above and consider sponsoring a child like Elisabeth  with Compassion UK and help them escape poverty. Your sponsorship could return a child to their childhood.

 

 

LET’S CHANGE THE STORY TOGETHER 

Mother’s Day

It’s Mothers day another of those days that come along and hits you with a brick called grief.

Mother’s day it’s one of those days where the struggle to smile and pretend all is OK is so much harder.

You search to find your joy, feeling guilty thinking of the one you have lost rather the three you have left to cherish.
I’m struggling biting my tongue so hard it bleeds to stop the tears from falling.

Anger, denial, fear and guilt all are outstanding in their pursuit of my heart.

I know Its wrong of me, I should be focusing on the gifts I have in my life, the three beautiful girls I still get to hold, yet my mind is slipping back to the one that is missing.

I am so blessed I do realise this, I look at my daughters and I know I am truly lucky, but the missing piece of my quartet is on my mind.

I’m sure she is sending kisses from heaven and I know that one day I will hold her again for eternity and the hugs will be a plenty.

So…….

Today I am grateful

Today I know I am blessed

But……

Today I’m missing

Today it hurts.

 

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Woo Hoo, I’m Going To Brit Mums Live 2012

WOO HOO, I have fantastic news, I’m going to Brit Mums Live 2012.

 

I’m so excited and its all down to a fantastic company called The Gift of Words.

 

As you all know I’m a great lover of words, it’s a running joke in my home that I follow the philosophy of ‘why use one word when four will do’.

 

Words can cherish, words can inspire, words can uplift. 

 

A letter is something you can reread over an over again.

 

What a perfect gift! I know its something I would love to receive. It a simple but magical gift.

So when I asked for sponsorship for Brit Mums Live I was excited to receive an email from Melissa offering me all I needed to attend this event.

 

So this blog post is about two things.

 

Firstly a great big thank you to Melissa and all at The Gift of Words for my sponsorship.

 

Secondly I just wanted to state that while my sponsorship came with no terms attached it is my pleasure to endorse the wonderful company The Gift of Words.

 

For that special mother’s day gift, the thank you to an inspiring teacher. The love letter to the man of your dreams. Check out the site, I heartily recommend it.

 

Should We Know More?

In my family the is the unspoken rule that we don’t discuss religion and politics as we know we could never agree on any of them. 

 Yet the other night my sister was staying over and we were generally chatting and she said out of the blue” you know what bugs me about politics”? To be honest I was scared to ask (unwritten rule and all that).”it’s that the reality is many of us don’t understand it, how it all works”

This really struck me, as although I have tried to educate myself a little I’m a complete novice and have only basic understanding.

Do you remember when you were eighteen and you were so excited about being able to vote how much did you really know about the who and why of the political parties involved?

 

Considering our country is a democracy and our votes make a difference. I do wonder if we should be educated a little more as children. Preparing us for the gift of voting.

 

It is so much more that just marking a  X in a box.

 

What do you all think? Should our children be taught more about the government and the political parties?

Please Don’t Forget Her.

How do you hold on ?

 Keep the memories fresh

 I’m scared of forgetting, of others forgetting.

 Losing a child is a pain I can not describe. The whole world carries on when it shouldn’t. It should just grind to a halt right there and then.

 Your heart is broken and cannot be fixed.

 Your soul is torn with ragged edges. 

 It’s darkness and you can’t see the light.

 

 Three years on and my heart is still forever broken. My soul in tatters but I can see the light. The promise of eternity.

 Yet I still struggle. 

 It seems so strange to not hear her name. 

 To not make plans which include her.

 I get scared at times that the world is forgetting her. That family are losing the image of that cheeky grin from their minds.

 I cannot cope with this, I was told that no one leaves you if you hold memories in your heart. But what if your memories are fading?

 Brodie said the other day, “sometimes mom I can’t remember Livvy’s face. I have to go look at a photo”.

 I don’t want my child to be forgotten , to just be a distant memory brought only to the front of our minds for special days or anniversaries.

 I want to sew her laughter into the tapestry of life. Her giggle to be in the here and now.

 I want to chat about her courage, her love of life. Her way of making the day seem brighter with her mischievous nature.

 I want her with us on days out, see her playing with her sisters.

Creating new memories for us all to share.

 I don’t want her to be the past.

 I want her here in the present.

 I can’t face her being forgotten.

 Please don’t forget her.

My Alter Ego

Besides being a mom to four, a foster carer and of course a blogger, I also run a charity called Livvy’s Smile.

 

It is a charity we started in our late daughter’s memory. Livvy loved life, she took every day for the gift it was and made the most of it. Seizures, abnormal movements, walking issues,Rett syndrome they didn’t stop her from embracing the fun of each day.

 

It was these memories of Livvy’s laughter and joy that kept us going, keep us going. Yet we are well aware how hard it is to raise a child with special needs and that sometimes having fun memory making days is out of reach.

 

So that’s what we decided to do, we wanted to create special events, special days, parties etc for children with special needs and their families. Where all they had to do was turn up and create memories.

 

At that’s what we have been doing for the last three years (wow has it really been that long?).

 

We have had donkey parties at the local special needs EST centre

 

We have had a Teddy Bear making party.

 

A fun day at S.N.A.P.S 

 

Clown visits to school 

 

Balloon gifts to children in hospital

 

and loads more.

 

Its been a busy three years and we have so much already planned for this year already. Bring it on.

 

The joy I get from watching families enjoy life is limitless and the feedback we receive makes all the hard work worthwhile.

 

So visit Livvy’s Smile and take a look for yourself and if you feel like you can support us in any way please free to email me or comment and let me know.

 

 

Three Precious Word’s.

Growing up in my family we didn’t talk emotions. Nobody needed that touchy feely stuff. It was a case of you know I love you,I don’t need to say it.

 

But you know what I did need to hear those words. At times I was struggling and felt alone.

 

So with my children I decided to break the chain. I was going to embrace the world of the touchy feeling and cover them in words of love and affection.

 

Never was I so glad of this decision than on that fateful night three years ago when the last words spoken to my daughter as I lay her to sleep were “I love you to the moon and stars.”

Never would I have imagined the importance of those words. The last words I was to speak to her this side of eternity.

 

As I listen to my children tell each other of their love. Shout I love you to their dad as he drops them off in front of their friends. I’m so glad I broke the chain.

 

Never think people know of your love, make sure of it. Say the words we all love to hear. 

 

Three simple words which are priceless, I LOVE YOU.