In an hour or so I will attend my third – and probably my last – MAD blog awards. I’m incredibly lucky to be in the outstanding contribution category, and very honoured too. I’m in with an amazing bunch of women, people I have come to really care about over the last three years. As ever, winning isn’t the thing; I love being here, having these friends, experiencing these events.
This year the awards are right next to Kensington Gardens. There isn’t time to tell you of my long, long association with Peter Pan but oh my, the boy who never grew up was nestled in my heart long before Freddie came.. and went… and became my boy who never grew up.
It seems oddly fitting to find myself here alongside him. In a spooky coincidence, as I arrived, a van drew up bearing not only Freddie’s name but the name of the first lost boy I broke my heart over.
You might say anything about such a strange thing. I think of it as hello. ‘Hey mummy. Here I am. Have a good evening.’
It’s a good reminder to remember what matters most; friends, adventure, love and most of all family. Memories. Experience. Growth. Joy.
I have learned to enjoy and relish all of these things more because of blogging and friendship and a brush with Neverland.
Ten years of a record of lives and love and being.