Every year we make resolutions that we fail to keep.
We promise ourselves faithfully that we will lose weight, stop smoking, drink less, spend less, save more, get fit, etc etc
We celebrate the end of the of the year by getting totally trollied. We dance about, cry a bit and Big Ben’s dongs are usually drowned out by the strangulated sound of somebody barfing their Shiraz up all over the cream carpet.
First resolution is that we will never drink again!
This resolution usually fails within a week, especially if the Coop have a deal on.
I’ve had my share of heaving down the toilet, we’ve all been there, right? But thanks to my menopause, a pint of beer is now my limit and I’d had it by 8pm so I saw the New Year in with a mug of Horlicks!
So I was able to ponder 2014 with sober eyes and it was a memorable year for me and my clan.
It was the year that my youngest son was diagnosed with autism. With a statement in place and excellent support from school, he is thriving.
My eldest son made his TV and film debut and was nominated for best actor in theater awards. One of the other nominees was only Kenneth bloody Branagh!! Branagh won (the bastard) but C was just happy to be there. To be nominated for best actor only three years after leaving drama school aint bad at all, folks!
My son, K, held his first photography exhibition in London and passed his university course with flying colours. Clever boy! Gets it from me? Er, no. He knows how a camera works, I just click and hope.
My step-daughter, C, qualified as a hairdresser and having fantasized about being 18 since she was 13, decided she wanted to be 13 again having reached 18 to find that it involved having to pay board – which she found a bit shite. I had to cough up half my YTS money to Ma so I felt her pain.
We finally got the lurcher spayed, so now there are two menopausal bitches in the house!
After a three year break from driving (due to malfunctioning hormones) I started to drive again.
I’M BACK ON THE ROAD, MOFOS!!
And finally, on Christmas Day, K and his girlfriend ‘face-timed’ me with the news that he’d popped THE question and the fool said YES so I’m to be a mother-in-law! *preens*
Unfortunately, prior to the call, I’d been watching The Snowman and when he melted, so did my face. I had a full emotional breakdown at my son’s announcement, ON SCREEN and in front of her PARENTS!! Damn technology!!
I’ve always wanted to be a mum. I remember wanting to be a hairdresser when I was about 15 but that was because I had to do something as ‘dole’ wasn’t in Ma’s vocabulary and it was becoming obvious that Nick Rhodes wasn’t going to marry me. 😦
I’ve worked in pot-banks, been a nursery nurse, a school caretaker, packed drugs (that’s pharmaceutical drugs – I’m not Mimi Maguire, dear!) and I’ve cleaned bogs for a living but the best job of all is being a mum.
Watching my boys grow up has been the joy of my life. They think I’m a tit at times. They even tell me I’m being a tit occasionally (and I can be a bit of a tit) I’m complex but they know that as long as I live and breathe (and beyond) I’ll always love them. I hope this paragraph will earns me some extra TLC in my dotage..
So, I’m going to gain another daughter. She knows were all insane in this family and still wants in, so she’ll do for me! I hope she’s as happy about gaining me!
Yes, life can be good but, sadly, it’s not always the case..
In 2014, four stories affected me deeply.
The first was of Stephen Sutton – a terminally ill young man who spent the last months of his life raising money for charity. He raised over £4.96 million. I was humbled by his selflessness.
The second was the story of the amazing Neil Baldwin, the former Stoke City kit man, featured in the inspirational BBC film Marvellous.
The third was the tragic death of Aussie cricketer Phil Hughes who died after being struck on the neck by a cricket ball.
The forth happened a few days before Christmas…
Reports on the radio started coming in that a bin lorry had gone out of control in Glasgow and several pedestrians had been seriously injured. As the tragedy unfolded, the gravity of what had taken place became shockingly apparent. Six people were dead and many injured. For me, the saddest part of this tragedy is the woman who is thought to have stopped to use a cash machine and witnessed her mother, father and 18 year old daughter fatally injured after being struck by the lorry.
I have no idea how someone can even begin to deal with that much sadness.
I can’t make sense of it but if I’m to take anything from such a tragic story, it’s to remind myself that life is unpredictable and precious. We all think we have time but unfortunately life has other ideas.
A new year is the chance to start afresh but so is every day. If every year is a new book, then every day is a fresh page on which to write our story. We may not be able to control what life throws at us but it’s completely up to us how we write it.
I have only one resolution this year… to be happy with what I have today because that’s all that I can be sure of.
I hope 2015 is kind to you all.