On a rare Sunday off from work, we decided a classic Sunday was well over due.

You know the ‘Family Sunday’s’ where a ray of colourful wellies sit in the back of the car, excited for their next wonderfully wet adventure on 3 sets of tiny toes. Jumpers are finally making an appearance as the autumn chill hits your nostrils filling your lungs with the crisp fresh air.

With a rounding of troops, we set off for our adventure of anything goes. Are we searching for bears amongst the once fully leafed woodland, that now looks naked and bare. Or are we looking out to the foggy grey skies for what boat is escaping the deadly jaws of the lake monster…

As poor dad is suffering post rugby bodily aches and a equally as matching pounding head from the post beer consumption from the day before, sulking from a slow learning that a 30 year old body no longer recovers as a 29 year old body. The adrenaline starts to hit all 3 kids and head straight to the waters to put their trusty wellies to test and splash in the cool autumn breeze.

Whilst trying to aid all three kids from falling face first into the lake, (with minimal effort aka absolutely non help from a hung over dad), whilst they take pebbles from beneath their wellies and give Olympian worthy shot put throws into the angry rippling water. The skies turn a dark grey, setting a scene that could give Harry Potter films a run for its money, as mist sets heavily across the distance… we decided to move on and get our walk over and done with before the rainstorm falls.

Hand in hand Livy, Luka and I set off in front pointing out colours of the leafs and boats within minutes Dean is shouting Beksie look!!! Run!!!

As we turn to our left we see the lake in the distance taking an absolute battering from the rain with the wind blowing it heavily across, sail boats are rapidly trying to make their way back to shore, rain is drawing closer making Luka-james scream in pure delight!


But not just any rain. It’s a pounding down power shower at full pelt hammering it down on your head, with no forecast predicting such heavy down pour, this ever so organised for all weathers mother, who packed no sodding coats.


So prepared.

What may seem a disaster of a family Sunday, soon turned out to be the best 45 minutes of sheer delight, squeals and smiles that didn’t drop or disappoint. Sometimes in life specially in this generation we’ve become obsessed with posting our best bits in life, not everything will be insta worthy. Not everything in life will be perfect and sometimes won’t go the way you imagined it. But that’s ok, because 3 children in ankle deep puddles with a strong full pelt rainstorm made the best memories we will treasure for a life time.

Stop waiting for the storm pass. Learn to make the best and most out of everything in life, pull on your wellies and dance in the rain with your babies.

Here are some photos of our unexpected wonderful rainy day out.


Published by Mothering Silence

A late twenty-something mother of two boys and a profoundly deaf diva of almighty sass. In between splitting spontaneous sibling wars, curiatimg pillow forts and channeling inner superheroes. Mothering Silence documents a brutally honest truth of the trials and tribulations of motherhood. (The toughest hood.) Here you'll find the weekly ramblings of the rollercoaster life of my journey in motherhood. *Please note my style of writing is tongue in cheek.

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