Yesterday I watched my little girl sit in hospital and have other people's antibodies drip slowly into her body. Thank you blood donors :)
Yesterday I sat and watched as my husband played My Little Ponies with her. He brushed their hair (over and over, and in the way that pleased the cranky seven year old) He used different voices for each pony. He patiently played with glittery pink and purple ponies for well over an hour.
And I was reminded again why I love him so. There is nothing like watching the man you love with the children you love. We are lucky.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Monday, May 10, 2010
Mothers Day
Soft breathing on my cheek, whispers of Happy Mothers Day Mummy. A sleep in. I wake to cuddles and kisses and beautiful beautiful art works. Cards made by little hands. Pictures drawn just for me. Poems written about how I am loved. Kisses again. Presents picked by little girls. And my man. Pancakes and cuddles.
Where would I be without those who made me a mother. My life is full of laughter because of them. They teach me so much. They love me so much. Almost as much as I love them...but I am not sure it is possible to love anyone more than I love those girls, and the man who gave me those girls.
I am so lucky.
Where would I be without those who made me a mother. My life is full of laughter because of them. They teach me so much. They love me so much. Almost as much as I love them...but I am not sure it is possible to love anyone more than I love those girls, and the man who gave me those girls.
I am so lucky.
Friday, April 9, 2010
In the dusty box
There are some things I thought I would never forget in the dusty box on the top shelf of my cupboard. Once those things were what I thought my forever would hold.
I hadn't looked at them for years, there was no need to. Then an old friend got back in contact and I wanted to show my girls a picture of her and I back then. Along with a photo album full of photos of a much younger, slimmer, more carefree me, there were some letters.
Some from my oldest friend. They made me laugh out loud, some days I wish for those carefree days, they were good.
Some from a person I thought was an important part of my future. He wasn't. He isn't. But I look back on those days and smile. And kick myself too. I was so sure I knew what was best back then. The ego of youth I guess. The joy of being sure that you knew what you wanted. It is very funny to see that I am so far away in kilometres and reality from where I thought at 19 I would be.
Some from a friend I thought would be there for the long term and then wasn't. Distance did make a difference.
And the photos...back when the West Coast Eagles were the only Perth team (and they won :) ) when my sisters were still children, when things were just simple. When the East Coast of Australia was like a different world.
And as my house shakes from the noise of two girls who have no idea how to talk in inside voices, and my body shows the wear and tear of being a mum, I sometimes like to remember how far I have come from those memories and moments caught inside the dusty old box.
I hadn't looked at them for years, there was no need to. Then an old friend got back in contact and I wanted to show my girls a picture of her and I back then. Along with a photo album full of photos of a much younger, slimmer, more carefree me, there were some letters.
Some from my oldest friend. They made me laugh out loud, some days I wish for those carefree days, they were good.
Some from a person I thought was an important part of my future. He wasn't. He isn't. But I look back on those days and smile. And kick myself too. I was so sure I knew what was best back then. The ego of youth I guess. The joy of being sure that you knew what you wanted. It is very funny to see that I am so far away in kilometres and reality from where I thought at 19 I would be.
Some from a friend I thought would be there for the long term and then wasn't. Distance did make a difference.
And the photos...back when the West Coast Eagles were the only Perth team (and they won :) ) when my sisters were still children, when things were just simple. When the East Coast of Australia was like a different world.
And as my house shakes from the noise of two girls who have no idea how to talk in inside voices, and my body shows the wear and tear of being a mum, I sometimes like to remember how far I have come from those memories and moments caught inside the dusty old box.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Loud
I'm pretty certain I have never been described as quiet. Well unless you don't know me. But how I wish for peaceful days sometimes.
My children have rewritten the definition of noisy this school holidays. They yell...even when they are standing next to each other. They talk...and talk...and talk...They just don't stop. And I am grateful for the noise mostly..the only thing worse would be silence...but I wish they at least had volume control :)
My children have rewritten the definition of noisy this school holidays. They yell...even when they are standing next to each other. They talk...and talk...and talk...They just don't stop. And I am grateful for the noise mostly..the only thing worse would be silence...but I wish they at least had volume control :)
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Happy New Year
Welcome to 2010. It seems just like yesterday that I was pregnant and we were celebrating the year 2000. So much has happened in the past ten years, so so much.
Lots of laughter, some tears, some things I never want to experience again. The making of our family, the new friendships that come with motherhood, the strengthening of old friendships thanks in part to the wonderful world of Facebook. The really really crappy things that have happened to people I love. The joy of children. The strength gained through adversity. The moments that you never know you will experience until you do. The same moments that break your heart. The many many moments that heal the heartache.
I am lucky. So so lucky. And I hope in ten years time I can look back with as much happiness as I can now. Except in ten years time I will have a 19 year old and a nearly 17 year old...that can't be right can it ?
Lots of laughter, some tears, some things I never want to experience again. The making of our family, the new friendships that come with motherhood, the strengthening of old friendships thanks in part to the wonderful world of Facebook. The really really crappy things that have happened to people I love. The joy of children. The strength gained through adversity. The moments that you never know you will experience until you do. The same moments that break your heart. The many many moments that heal the heartache.
I am lucky. So so lucky. And I hope in ten years time I can look back with as much happiness as I can now. Except in ten years time I will have a 19 year old and a nearly 17 year old...that can't be right can it ?
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