developing years and regaining my youth...

Hello its months since I last wrote a piece here on blogger so I am going to write quite a bit Ihope to anyway.
Having fibromyalgia is awful and yet some days I am thank ful as it has shown me how to slow my self down.
Instead of rushing here there and everywhere I have to take my time and not become part of the hustle and bustle.
I love spending quality time with my grandson Rhys who is nearly 4 years old and was such a tiny little babs when he was born.
Now to look at him he is like a little tazmanian devil,always active and on the go.I get tired watching him sometimes.
He is the light in my sometimes dark world of pain. His smiles actually bring light to my spirit and soul.
He must make all his grandparents feel the same !
The past year for me has been a difficult one health wise, but I feel I have achieved so much because I have done things slowly and with joy.
I have learned how to make shortbread again, how to make yorkshire puddings from scratch and the Delia Smith way!
I have learned how to make robots out of old soap box and silver foil with bottle tops for eyes.
I have shared my love of water colour painting with my grandson to do stripey painting he calls his chinese painting.
My developing years are beginning to feel like renewed youth and joy of those things I loved to do at school.
I have even created a series of stories with a dog called tiddlee poo!!! (c) I will be putting these together in a book form for him to keep.
I am so thrilled to have this opportunity to offer my youth's experience to my grandson and hopefully to more grandchildren as they come into the world and join me in mine.
I am now having a restful day and thinking of what I could do that is new for him on his next visit....
maybe alpha bet letters He knows all his numbers and counts up to 20!! I am so proud of him.