I guess im late with this britmums post this week. I've been putting it off. Thinking and writing about hopes and dreams is a tough one for me at the moment. 

Because, in truth, that part of me..you know the bit that 'dares to believe' has gone a bit dark, hibernating i guess. Im not depressed or wallowing or sorry for myself (well not all the time!) but that glimmer of hope, the promise and expectancy of 'having a dream' is sort of on the back burner…for a number of different reasons. Mostly because what i had always thought of and believed in as my dreams, what i had been aiming for seems fairly unobtainable at the moment and so for me…my hope would be that i might find some way out of hibernating and stretch those muscles in the warm sun & maybe catch hold of a glimmer of reverie

For the children…its all the old cliche wishes and more. Mostly i wish for them to be content. 

Because that is a good place to be. 

“When you are content to be simply yourself and don't compare or compete, everybody will respect you.”