So Lucky.

I walked into Charles' room tonight just to check he was ok and not half hanging out of his bed or without covers which he always kicks off. He looked very snug and in a deep sleep, but must've heard a floorboard creek as I was about to leave the room, I heard him stir, turned round and saw him turning over and then sitting up, he was 75% still asleep.
"Biskey! Biskey!"
I sat next to him and tried to get him back to sleep.
"Biskey, biskey"
"Do you want a biscuit?"
He nodded, he normally wakes up and asks for milk, he's obsessed with the stuff. Never for a biscuit. I took him downstairs, not something I would usually down but saved hassle of having to call my husband, tell him where the secret biscuit stash was and get him to pour a bottle of milk.

I headed for the biscuit cupboard, grabbed an almost empty pack and went to hand one to Charles, who was cuddling up to Daddy.
"No" He shoke his head.
So I handed him milk instead, and put the biscuit away. I can only assume he was dreaming about biscuits which made him ask for one.

I sat down on the other sofa letting the boys have a cuddle, looking at the netbook catching up on the Twitter feed I knew what was on telly, but wasn't paying attention at this point.
"Oh no, oh dear"
I looked over to Charles, and notice that he is paying attention to what is on tv. Comic Relief. He is watching the clip focusing on malnurished babies and toddlers.
My husband told him to look away, and held his hands over his eyes. I told him not to worry, because Charles didn't understand.
But then it hit me that he obviously does understand to an extent. If he didn't then why did he say "oh no, oh dear" There was no other reason.

We are very careful over what he watches, nothing with fighting, nothing with swearing, but we have let him watch the news reports on Japan. I have distracted him when news of Libya comes on, and did the same when Egypt and Tunisia were fighting.

He then asked for a mummy cuddle, and my husband brought him over, he laid down in my arms, with his milk and closed his eyes. Not fully asleep, he was awake enough to carry on drinking his milk [think dream feed almost]
I looked at him, and then looked at the tv screen. And couldn't help but think.

I am so lucky that I can provide everything my son needs to grow and be healthy and to be nurished. I don't have to worry about feeding him, or getting him milk. Anything he needs is in the kitchen cupboards, or in the fridge, and at one point, was in my breasts! If any of these things aren't in my house, I have a car I can jump into, I can drive to the nearest shop or the nearest Supermarket and pick up whatever he needs, bring it back and he will be satisfied.

Charles is so lucky that he has two healthy parents. Who are able to provide for him. He has a warm house, clothes, 24/7 access to water and food and drink.Anything he wants he can have (to an extent) Money is no object.

I squeezed him tight, and asked my husband to take him back to bed, he woke slightly and asked for a "mummy cuggle", we kissed goodnight and then within seconds he was tucked up warm in bed again, as I continued to watch the deeply upsetting clips from Africa where the babies and children are nowhere near as lucky as him, and the parents are nowhere near as lucky for us.

On a slightly aside note, I also couldn't help, for a second, to realise and feel a huge sense of pride that at 21 months my son can recognise when someone needs help and when something/someone isn't the same as him, without being promoted. He could tell by just looking at these children that something was wrong.
He wouldn't have understood what Jack Dee (celebrity covering this particular clip) was telling us and explaining to us, so this proves how strong these images are.

Tonight I was able to offer him a biscuit, even though it was rejected, and it meant nothing, I just put it back in the packet and placed it back in the cupboard to be enjoyed another day.
I was able to fill his bottle up with milk for him to enjoy, knowing that if he didn't want it that it didn't matter, I could just stick it in the fridge for later.
The people in this clip don't get these benefits. Every single crumb of food and every drop of liquid is so precious.

We are lucky. So lucky.



Be Grateful of Where You Live.

With all that’s going on in the news at the moment I find myself everyday being grateful for where I live.
I’ve never really been the type to bitch about living in England. Ok, the weather isn’t perfect all the time, sometimes we have horrid summers, we might not agree on how the country is run, where government money  and our tax money goes, how much benefit those who can’t be bothered to work get etc. But it could be SO much worse.

I start by looking at things that have been happening in Tunisia, Egypt and now Libya, with Libya being the worst of the three.
Are we really that unhappy with our government that we would want to protest and fight each other to get them out?
Some of us want Labour, some want Conservative, some want Liberal Democrats etc. We live in a country where we vote for who gets in, we’ve voted, and our choice has been made. To then want to over-through a choice that we as a nation have made would be ridiculous. We will never ALL be happy with who is running the country. Never.
And looking at how the leaders of some other countries, such as Cornol Gaddafi, treat their people, we should be so grateful that we don’t have leaders like him. David Cameron wouldn’t choose to shoot at us and send planes in if we all protested. Look at the student protests last year, some were given blankets and water. In other countries there is absolutely no way that students would have been allowed to protest the way ours did.

Then looking at the natural disasters that we see taking place almost on a daily basis currently.
Floods, hurricanes, tornados, earthquakes and Tsunamis. And we moan over a tiny bit of rain and cold weather.
Thousands and thousands of people have lost their lives in Japan the last couple of days, and who knows how many more will also. Homes and workplaces ruined, as well as lives. I can’t begin to imagine where or how you start to rebuild your life after such devastation. How do you go back to normal day to day life without constantly thinking “Is it going to happen again?”
I think a lot of people have some idea that living in Australia would be ideal, hot weather, surfing, barbeques, etc. Yet you see the devastation caused by the recent flooding and hurricane and realise that actually, it is no more perfect than England at all.
Ok we have our fair share of horrid weather and floods, and the snow caused havoc but I believe, with regards to the snow, that as a country we just panic rather than dealing with it. I understand that councils were stingy with salt, I think in the whole of the winter at the end of last year/beginning of this year I saw the Salt lorry once. We live near a busy road (which we can see from our bedroom window) and that road needed Salt, yet it was laid once.
We live on a close though, thankfully isn’t too busy but we had thick snow, yet it was easier to drive in the thick snow than to glide along on the horrid ice which was forming on the busier roads which hadn’t been covered in Salt.
As a close I think if we did have any problems with getting cars in and out of the close, I for one, and I think the people who live opposite, would’ve got a shovel and a broom and swept away what we could to make it easier. As a country we need to work as a community more, get to know our neighbours, help our neighbours, and not to expect others to do things for us.

Back to the point at hand, and one last thing really. Next time you look out of your window and see that it is raining, don’t complain about the English weather. Be grateful that it is “just” rain tapping at your window and not a Tsunami crashing down your beautiful home. Next time its so windy that you can’t even put an umbrella up or so windy that it breaks your umbrella and that the wind “just” blows down a fence panel in your back garden, be grateful that you aren’t having to hide in your house from a hurricane, or having to drive to another town where you have nowhere to stay and have to sleep in a sports hall or community centre, where instead you can shelter from the wind in your lovely warm house. Where fence panels are just knocked down from a gust of wind, and its not the walls or ceiling from your house being knocked down from a massive earthquake.

Things could be worse. They really could.
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