"What's Mum doing?" asked The Tall One
"She's loitering with intent to use Photoshop, son," said his father, checking under the Christmas tree for the last of the Quality Street.
No, I'm not. I'm leaving that til the house is quiet. I'm busy wishing my blog readers a Very, Very Happy New Year and thanking them for their companionship and support last year. Because it means a lot. May 2011 be everything you could wish for and more.
And when something nice happens, let's hear about it! One of my favourite "blog things" last year was Christmas Club. It took off in a way I never imagined it would - and when Kate commented that I could move it into the new year with "Sian's Storytelling Sundays", I thought now there's a plan just waiting to happen. So, what I'd love to do is make the first Sunday of every month a Storytelling Sunday here at High In The Sky. I'll tell a tale, and you are very welcome to join me with one of your own. If you are interested I'll add a linky so we can share - let's sit round the fire on a Sunday afternoon and swap stories! Big or small, true or tall (maybe), let's hear them all...
I have a little story today to start us off. It's actually part of one of the Christmas Club stories - it's been bothering me that I left it out at the time (and that's a good New Year lesson already). Remember how as a little girl I sat in the hospital one New Year long ago, with only my scrapbook and my bear for company?
Well, there was someone who noticed. And there is something about this time of year, full of hope and good intentions, that always makes me think of the kindness of that stranger. There was a little girl in a bed across the way. Rose, she was called and she had asthma. She lived high up in the hills and every evening her parents made the trek into town to visit. It wasn't long before her mother noticed I was on my own; and, even though her own girl was so glad to see her, she still made time to come over to me every night with a smile and a kind word. I have never, ever forgotten what she did. It always comes to me at the start of the year, and reminds me to keep an eye out for someone in need. And thirty years later, I'm finally saying - Rose's Mum, Thank you.
So, that's my story for today. I'll have another one in February (and March and April...) Maybe you will too?