Baby I’m a firework (and so are you)

This one goes out to all the heartbroken mums.

One day he will understand what an amazing woman he walked away from. And his life will be all the smaller for his mistake. 

Katy Perry got it right when she sang …

Baby, you’re a firework
Come on, let your colours burst
Make ’em go, “Aah, aah, aah”
You’re gonna leave ’em all in awe, awe, awe

You don’t have to feel like a wasted space
You’re original, cannot be replaced
If you only knew what the future holds
After a hurricane comes a rainbow

Maybe a reason why all the doors are closed
So you could open one that leads you to the perfect road
Like a lightning bolt, your heart will glow
And when it’s time you’ll know

You just gotta ignite the light and let it shine
Just own the night like the 4th of July

‘Cause, baby, you’re a firework
Come on, show ’em what you’re worth
Make ’em go, “Aah, aah, aah”
As you shoot across the sky-y-y

Speaking of fireworks … My mum thought yesterday’s blog was a little depressing so I’ve decided, in honour of Mother’s Day, to lighten up, turn my frown upside down, blah, blah, blah.

And it wasn’t too hard because last night I took the kids to a fireworks display. I freaking love fireworks. Well, let me qualify that. When they’re a long way away … meh. And when they’re too close … sparklers scare the bejesus out of me (a bit like needles on turntables … I have weird little phobias). But sitting in a folding chair looking up at colours exploding in the sky … LOVE IT.

Mind you I managed to combine terror and love of fireworks in Barcelona two years ago … click here for Can’t Start A Fire Without A Spark .. most dangerous family day out EVER.

The fireworks were in a rather upwardly mobile suburb, so the football field for the event was covered in hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of fake turf. My mind goggles every time I think about it. But it did make things very civilised. And the place was crammed with familiar faces, social central.

At one point, I ran into an old friend, a divorced dad and ran my Meaning of Life conundrum past him and he totally got it. Been there, done that, bought the T-shirt. It made me momentarily giddy to be so understood.

I bought the kids snags on bread, coughed up stupidly wasteful cash on the laughing clowns, poured a glass of red, yabbered my head off, then sat back for the show.

The grin on my face was soooooooo wide. I love the squealing ones and the kaboom-up-high ones that scatter thousands of golden sparks everywhere and … oh, all of them really.

Freaking fantastic.

And now it’s Mother’s Day morning. In a couple of hours the kids and Husband will take me out for brekkie at a local cafe where I will hopefully receive my requested tickets to Strictly Ballroom the musical, plus questionable tatt from the school Mother’s Day stall that I’ve already been told by the youngest that I won’t like.

Oh goodie, can’t wait!

Then it’s off to my sister’s house for lunch with my mum. She’s chilled pink Mumm to celebrate. Nom.

Then my sister’s boyfriend will help me transport the bunnies to a friend’s house for her to “mind” during the sale of our place. Fingers crossed the kids don’t see through my cunning ruse.

Then my sister and I are off to the movies to see The Other Woman (ah, the irony!)

How’s your day shaping up? 

Song of the day: Katy Perry “Firework”