My Last Living Arrows of 2015

My Last Living Arrows of 2015

I couldn’t sign this year off without posting my last Living Arrows of 2015. I was a little late in joining in with the whole posting a photo of your child once a week but I have loved looking back on how my cheeky and inquisitive toddler has changed throughout the year.

I should probably point out that this isn’t an opportunity to showcase my favourite child! I am a mum of three and adore my children equally it’s just my older two are a little more camera shy,  it’s just not cool to appear posing on your mums blog and let’s be honest, do you really want to see photos of the top of a teenager’s head every week as they stare into their phones, because that’s the view I get most days!

This photo was taken during a walk down to my local beach, I’ve learnt from my ever resourceful sister to dress toddlers in puddlesuits on Autumn/winter/spring walks as you can pretty much guarantee that they’ll sniff out the nearest puddle or mud pile. Wellies have also become a staple.

So here you have it, my boy. Full of wonder for this brave new world in which he makes his mark, where wind on your face is as exciting as catching bubbles, where everything is crying out to be touched, sniffed and licked (yes he does do that) and where every walk a memory.

See you in 2016!


Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts, For they have their own thoughts. 

You may house their bodies but not their souls, For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams. 

You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.

The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far. Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;

For even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.

 Kahlil Gibran


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