The last blog mentioned the end of summer, since that time we were blessed with more sun. The girls went back to school and we found ourselves on the beach again. Running down to The Harbour in school uniforms for lazy afternoons and ice cream. Drinking hot chocolates while surf lessons happened. Life in September was good.
October brought Halloween, a crazed night of sweets and door knocking. We had a party for a few friends and the Cornish weather was mild.
We ventured to Wales and Bristol. Took in beautiful sights, wild rapids and mountains in Wales. The little one was delighted when she thought she could climb Snowden. Alas this was not the trip. Her face full of delight and then regret, led to a promise from her Dad, he will climb it with her one day. In a act of mad defiance, she ran off anyway when our backs where turned and scaled her own pathway like a mountain goat.
She will be 8 soon, where have the years gone? She bounces into our room early each morning singing ” Happy nine days to my birthday to me” or whatever day we are on that morning. Shes bright as a button, yet still as silly as a toddler. She questions everything in life. ” Why are we long sighted?” . She told me the other night that ” Nature can be so sad sometimes, but it has to be” as we watched The Big Blue on TV. I love her to bits, shes so amazing. In Bristol she “became a piece of Art” standing so still in the art gallery while tourists whizzed by her. Shes funny and such great company to be with. How we ever lived life without her I will never know.
Her talent for Football has been noted. She was asked to trial for a Football Development Center. She got through on her first trial, they didn’t need to do the second one. She loves to play, and is the only girl there. It terrifies but delights her to go every week. Its a challenge to play with boys, who don’t know her, yet seem to know each other so well. Some weeks shes included, some weeks she “feel’s invisible” she tells me. I delight in her face when shes mid game, yet my heart breaks when I see her calling for the ball and being ignored. She feels butterflies in her tummy everytime we arrive, but sums up all her courage to run onto the pitch to join in. She knows its her choice, there is never force in our family, we and our children make our own choices in life and it works for us. Even school is optional for them, they have always known that. And yet they have always wanted to go ( well apart from the odd day here and there) She feels her “girl power” coming through every week and it pleases her. I am thrilled she has found a passion, we have been through a number of things to get here, Gymnastics, ballet,horse riding,swimming, surfing, surf-lifesaving. You name it, she has done it, yet here we now are with football. Not my choice at all, and yet that makes it even more special. This has totally come from her, from her heart, from her soul. Our very own little super hero, pocket rocket. Brave in so many ways, yet can be easily hurt. Shes small and wild and ever so slightly crazy. Shes the bravest thing ever right now, but that’s her story to tell, not mine. And yet shes so sweet. Those who know her have a friend for life. Shes loyal and passionate about her family and friends, and i know she will go to the end of the earth for those handful of people that she considers to be her special people. Run wild my little Fleur, and I will be running behind you all the way to catch you if you ever fall. I am looking forward to this week to celebrating her 8 years of life. When she was born in a flurry of medical emergencies, transfers to Bristol, and a very long ten days in special care, I knew there was something amazing about her will to survive and conquer all. She showed them, shes still showing them and I take my hat off to her!