One of the many many things i cried about in a seemingly endless list was family holidays. I know it sounds weird, but every area of life seemed to be taken off me. I even cried for obscure things like never being able to wear earrings again! As a little kid and even a big kid, my family had always camped yearly at shell island in Wales. It's a magical place and a wonderland for kiddies. I cried many times about my dreams of camping on Shell Island with my own kids being taken off me alongside everything else!
Well nearly a year on and I can say the dust is finally beginning to settle on some of these overwhelming emotions of these first 12 months. It has finally begun to dawn on me that my dreams are not gone! Some have, yes, but most are still around waiting for tweaks here and there and adaptions where needed.And this summer we brought a second hand trailer tent and did take the girls camping to Shell Island!!
What a magical time we had and it truly felt like a door being closed on that first and terribly black first stage of grief that Tilly's diagnosis plummeted me into.
I watched my girls happy and joy filled and we had so much fun all holiday.
tweaks were needed along the way...giving Tilly time to adapt to the sensory overload of the beach took a few days, she didn't just grab a bucket and spade like Poppy. But we took various shoes, pockets full of biscuits and bucket loads of love and understanding and within 3 days she was running with joy and no shoes! I have never been so overjoyed to see sand between somebody elses toes in my entire life...what a moment!
I have added a slide show of this wonderful turning point in our journey and will watch it often to remind myself that we should never say never. xxx
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