#1394 The first Christmas concert

You can be sure when your child first enters the education system, you will quickly encounter a lot of firsts.

Their first excursion.

Their first award.

Their first sick bay visit.

Their first bestie.

Their first fight…

Their first, Christmas concert.Β πŸŽ„πŸŽΆ

“We’ve got a good number of years of this ahead of us,” I whispered to Hubbie as we lay on the picnic blanket on the school’s lawn this evening.

It was warm, and most of it was before the sudden 20 degree drop in temperature signalling the cool change.

There were Christmas songs… both in and out of key.

Traditional carols and contemporary tunes.

Daggy Christmas jokes: “What do you call someone scared of Santa?”

“Claus-trophobic.”

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Oh God I know, they were so bad you had to laugh.

Choreographed kiddy dance numbers and a Christmas raffle draw. The Christmas concert had it all.

But mostly for us, it had our girl, up with the rest of the preps singing “Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer.”

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That’s her before the show, telling me to stop taking pics… can you see?

(That’s okay, you’re not meant to πŸ˜‚)

It was long, it was windy, and we were hungry… but to be honest, I loved the off-key notes.

The kids dancing off-stage before they walked on to their own show.

The strong change that blew hats and empty water bottles across the oval, cooling us all down.

I evenΒ loved the daggy jokes.

I generally love Christmas, and I love how baby girl’s school seems to really love it too.

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#1387 My new mug

We all need nice mugs in our life.

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And that’s what I got yesterday for my KK. A very nice mug.

Of course I had to use it today. It’s made me realise, that we have a load of mugs in our kitchen cupboard, most that we’ve had for about a decade… sooo long.

Drinking coffee, tea, from the same mugs… day in… and day out.

A bit different from the Kondo method – I don’t quite want to ‘just’ get rid of them. Yes I want to move them on, donate them to a worthy cause…

But I don’t ‘just’ want the spot where they used to reside, to lay bare.

I want it replaced… with new mugs. 😁

Sometimes you just need a change. And often that change starts with the smallest thing.

Like, one new mug. ❀🍡

#1361 The first Piano Keys

When I was about 7, I started swimming lessons.

This was a big deal. Back when I was a kid (I feel sooo old saying that) there weren’t so many kids around me doing after-school or extra-curricular activities. I did swimming for a couple of years. I know Hubbie only started playing basketball when he was about 12… and that he had to FIGHT FOR.

Today it is a whole different ball game. Parents are booking in their kids to things that they have absolutely zero interest in, let alone what they actually like.

They book them in to activities that they themselves failed at, so that they can live vicariously through their offspring…

They book them in to lessons so that they can become the next musical/sports/arts prodigy…

They book them into classes that they think are cool, or that they think they need, like a foreign language for when they have to travel overseas in 30 years time as a political minister or something…

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Baby girl currently does swimming. She also wants to do gymnastics (and I am holding off with all I can until next year for that one).

And today, she started piano.

I can’t keep up.

I feel for her. I mean, she loves doing these things, but if I am tired taking her to and from these places, how the hell does she feel?

It is a great opportunity to learn, I must admit. After sis and bro-in-law passed down their piano-keyboard to us, Hubbie saw the potential in setting her up young, and looking to see if she had any musical inclinations within her.

Yep. It is all Hubbie πŸ˜‰

But she surprised me. Following her lesson today she came home, ran to her piano-keyboard and proceeded to copy the simple keys she had learnt during the lesson.

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I was impressed.

Who knows where this road leads her. But if she lets me, I’m more than willing to take her for the ride. 🎹 🎼🎢

#1330 I’m okay for the change

What timing, for daylight savings to begin the day before kids go back to school.

I usually LOVE daylight savings time. Increased sunshine means warmer weather, getting out and about and having fun…

But the timing, sucks.

Right when we are wrapping up our end of week holidays. Right when we are having late nights.

THE DAY BEFORE SCHOOL STARTS AGAIN.

Who decided this?

Today, we woke late, but yet, it was even later. We had a kids birthday party to attend out of all things, and so ended our holiday tired, weary-eyed and sucked out of sleep as we watched baby girl expend energy we didn’t know she had, going nuts on a jumping castle.

Everything that is great, must come to an end.

And I’m okay with that.

Sure the timing is crap. It never is the right time to lose an hour of your day, is it? But having a week off with both baby girl and Hubbie, means I have had a lot of fun, SURE…

But I am soooo behind in everything else.

Which is why I am so relieved for things to go back to some kind of normal. Tomorrow I am keen to get on board with my writing course. I am terribly behind on that. I am keen to buy groceries and re-stock the fridge. Things that I can stop to grab that is just too hard with baby girl in tow, become terrifically convenient when she is at school and I can dash in and out of places.

I can water plants. I can make phone calls.

I can write in peace! PEACE!

I know that routine is good for me, and it is good for baby girl too. She was only telling me the other day, after days of fun and adventure, that she missed her friends, and staying at home was “boring.”

This from the girl who met Andy Day the dinosaur-in-time explorer during her holidays. But hey, she has high expectations, right? πŸ˜‰

And then, after some routine, some writing and schooling and working, in no time at all it will be –

‘Jingle bells, jingle bells…’

Christmas folks! And that means MORE holidays.

I am okay with change. I am okay with routine. Because I know, as is life, I will come around to this happy and free holiday place, again… β™₯β™₯β™₯β™₯

 

#1292 A catch-up with an old friend

Do you have one of those friends? You meet up with them once a year perhaps, or as was my case today…

CRAP. I can’t remember. The last time I saw my old media work friend was years and years ago.

I have a couple of friends like this. I think the older we get the busier we get. Whether there are kids involved or not, partners involved or not, and careers we are pursuing or just working a simple 9-5… things get more complicated and involved as the years go by.

Before we know it, 3 years have passed and we are scratching our heads going “where did the time pass?”

Sometimes it is timing. Timing to get your shit together and make the effort… and then there is timing.

Like the kind where you catch up quite easily and quickly, and then realise that you are both on the same fork-in-the-road life path and are going through pretty similar things.

Timing. Symmetry. Old friends who you get onto old subjects with quickly. As much as I sometimes think it is us not getting our act together when it comes to seeing these people around us, after the signs and symmetry of the day, I can’t help but wonder whether this is all orchestrated by life, and we are merely puppets in its Universal play…

And that is how timing comes in. “That’s happening to me too!”

Coin-chi-denche?

Whatever the reason, I think we need to see all of our friends MORE.

 

#1284 Lucky 7

As I drove into work on the dreaded Monash this morning, the car slowed, painfully so… for the longest time.

There was an accident. I shook my head. I was going to be late.

As I walked into work the drizzle intensified, cascading down over my face. I couldn’t help my amused smile. Thanks for the lovely send off Docklands.

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And then as I started up my computer, two programs weren’t working… I had to call IT.

Face palm.

All on my very last day of work.

It was finally HERE.

It was the weirdest sensation. I felt anxious and intensely nervous through most of the day. Things were emphasised to me at every turn… when I went up a lift “this will be my last time travelling to level 3.” When I scraped my bowl of its weetbix residue… “this will be my last dish from this kitchen.”

When I locked my locker for the last time.

When I logged off my computer for the last time.

Even going upstairs for a break with my colleagues got me over-sentimental. I in fact stopped going up for tea years ago, back when I started my morning coffee walks instead, and then there was the whole writing-at-the-desk-during-any-break thing…

I had to force myself to breathe. Pause. Reflect.

Many things made me feel better.

Firstly, this was not I, and I alone leaving. It was all of us. Our entire department and so many more. I was the second last of our team to leave, and so many had already walked my steps, felt my dis-ease, the discomfort and the bittersweet emotions at leaving.

It had happened to ALL my colleagues. My friends.

Secondly.… well change. It is inevitable. If this hadn’t happened now, we would have all been content in just going through the motions, the routine of work that we know like the back of our hand, becoming complacent in our roles and not expanding our mind and life journey with new learnings, adventures and places to see, people to meet.

There is so much to see. So many people to meet.

Memories flooded back to me as I looked around. The people I had seen come, and go. The places where secrets were shared. The darting looks and cheeky glances. The meltdowns. The showdowns. The ups, and downs.

Almost 12 years of my life.

I got my last coffee with a colleague… and today it was necessary to get dessert. Sure I had leftover cake from the weekend at home…

But it was my LAST DAY EVER. Screw that.

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It was sublime.

As I sent off a billion emails to my personal email, going through folders and deleting files here, there and everywhere, the feeling of anxiety grew.

I was deleting, and removing any remnants of me, from my locker… my desk… my entire email account. 1000s upon 1000s made their way into the graphic rubbish can on screen.

And my anxiety grew.

I was forgetting something. I met with HR. Got my papers. Went through more emails. Checked my lists… again. Went through my empty locker… again.

I had done everything I had to… and yet there was the strongest urge that I had forgotten something.

And just like that, at the acknowledgment of my lost feeling, I realised.

I felt like I was forgetting something, because a piece of me was going to remain there, even after I walked out the doors.

You can’t just flick a switch. Walk out without turning back. Expect to not have a memory lingering. Some laughter floating through the halls.

You can’t do it. Not after so long. Not after having created some of the best memories with the best people you could ask for.

You couldn’t, just, forget.

With that in mind, knowing I was going to have to leave a piece of me behind…. I walked out.

And instead of the grey morning and drizzle I had walking in with, now there was sunshine.

There was a new adventure waiting for me.

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And it’s a bit hard for me to believe now, so early… but I think it will be even better than this one.

And that’s because of my lucky number. Numbers. Because I have lots. And it’s not just 7.

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#1262 My mini environmentalist

We parked at the local homemaker centre and got out of the car after school.

“Mama look!” She pointed to an empty car spot a few metres away. There was crumpled up packaging on the ground, from one of those Woolies Lion King ooshies that has most kids in a spin.

“Someone opened theirs up and left it there… I’ll throw it in the bin.”

I hesitated. It was on the floor. It was dirty. Who knows what had gone over it.

She hadn’t thrown it there.

I stopped my thoughts in their tracks. Sure she hadn’t been the cause of the litter… but she cared… she was taking action… how dare I even think to dampen her fire, when the intention was so pure, so positive, so genuine?

“Ok,” I replied slowly. “Just don’t touch your face after!”

She picked it up and held it at arms length as we walked over to the nearby store. On our way I spied a bin in the corner and pointed it out to her. As she dropped the empty packaging in the bin she said so proudly, “see, look how beautiful the road is now!”

Awwwww. My heart. β™₯β™₯β™₯β™₯

I was so happy. So proud. Kids like her are changing the world, bit by bit. I know many think the state of our future is in crisis… what with an over-emphasis on technology, increasing mental health issues, and overuse of natural world resources among many, many other things…

But the little things make a difference too.

Baby girl is the first to compliment or say well done to a friend who has achieved something.

She tells me it’s important to give to people, as it makes them happy.

And she knows littering is not good… for anyone, especially the Earth.

If all of our kids took little steps like these, no matter how big or small, or many or few, well then the state of our future Mother Earth may be a beautiful one indeed.