Do you have those days when you’re not sure what you’re doing? I don’t mean you have nothing to do. But how can I be effective today? Make it worthwhile and not just another day gone. There is only 24 hours in the day, which is 1,440 minutes. How can I make the most of the time I have? I often have lists. I am a list person. I find this helps me with my memory but also with my personality. I get a sense of achievement when I cross things I have completed off my list. I have shopping lists. Christmas ideas lists. Books I desire to read lists.…

My thoughts were inspired by a story of a young boy sick with cancer and his Dad. They were sharing stories and memories with each other. “Remember the time dad when we…” Laughter ensued. “Yes, and remember when you…” The joy that was there was breathable. The atmosphere then changed. The boy and His Dad touched hands and hugged. Their eyes met and my heart melted. Tears came to my eyes. I don’t remember the young boy’s name, but I remember his words. “My Dad is always there for me. He will do anything for me.” He stated to the journalist. Later, I started to reflect upon my Dad. He…

The chatter in the backseat was non-stop but very enjoyable. Three of my grandchildren, Freddie who is 7, Mackenzie who is 6 and Emmett who is 4, were in my care for the day, and I had just picked them up from school. Freddie was talking about meeting the other two when they were babies and had just come home from the hospital. He was describing how little they were and so cute and that he had cuddled them. They were asking him questions about themselves and he was trying to remember. He then sighed and said out loud, “They were enjoyable, the good old days.” I had to smile.…

The alarm went off and I groaned. It’s not that time already. Peeling my eyes open and squinting at the time, I was hoping the clock was wrong. I laughed thinking about that thought. As if the clock could be wrong, probably more like ‘user error’ as my daughter states. Time in life just keeps ticking on. I seem to be rushing from one event to the next. I do remember now why I enjoyed school holidays so much. The tyranny of keeping to a time schedule was relaxed and sleep-ins were a pleasure. Relaxed meals at the dinner table accompanied with enjoyable conversation, with no time master sitting on…

There was one very excited little girl on the morning of her sixth birthday. Actually, Mackenzie had been excited all week, to the point when her Mum picked her up from school on the Monday and her birthday was not for two more days, she had plans. She told her Mum that she had been “inviting people” to her birthday and her Mum was like “what??? We’re not having a party, any parties this year.” Mackenzie’s smile on her face dropped. “What do you mean?” Mum explained that one year they will have parties, the next year they won’t. “But what about my friend Evie? Who was so excited about…