#911 The male teacher milestone

I found it truly puzzling when baby girl refused to go into the swimming pool with the male teacher.

Well, granted it wasn’t her usual teacher. Many months ago she had to take a make-up swimming class for the usual one she had missed… and when we arrived to find a male instructor, and not her usual female one – she balked.

It’s not like she doesn’t have great men in her life. She has loads. They are all so wonderful and caring and funny and inspirational.

But this dude, with the beard? Maybe it’s because he reminded her so much of how her Dad HAD looked like only days earlier (Hubbie had shaved it all off before that male-dominated swim lesson).

Did she detest the beard that much? (LOL).

And I know it was the fact that he was a male that played a part in her not wanting to get involved. Because when offered the opportunity to go into another lesson with a female swimming teacher, after 15 minutes of continuous begging and pleading, she practically RAN into the other pool.

Also, SHE TOLD ME. Listen to what your kids tell you, they won’t lie when it comes to stuff like this.

But today? Today we had a little victory. Today her usual female teacher was away, and in her place… another male. I was assured by various staff that he was the best male teacher to have, and he was awesome with the kids. I crossed my fingers in hope, but I also had the back-up plan of putting her into the female-led class 15 minutes later just in case…

When she saw him in her usual lane… she faltered. She paused. She thought about it.

Then she showed him her barbie.

I breathed a sigh of relief. This was going to be ok.

I don’t want to force her into anything she doesn’t want to do, or make her do things that maker her feel uncomfortable. But at the end of the day, it is likely she will come across other male teachers at some point in her academic and social activity life. And, let’s face it, they won’t ALL have beards. (!)

I was patting myself on the back, happy I had taken the risk, when she ran up to me 30 minutes later, dripping wet, lesson finished, and said loudly

“I wanted a girl teacher, not a boy! Yuck!”

IMAG2544

I guess, baby steps 🙂

#907 For the love of Baking

I am quite pleased with myself. Pleased in that I don’t despair too much when faced with the task of cooking or baking, whether for myself or for others.

I don’t despair, because… I enjoy it. A LOT.

It is another avenue of my creativity coming forth. It requires thought, planning, precision… but just like the creative process, it also takes intuition, passion, and a healthy dose (perhaps a few tablespoons?) of spontaneity.

I’ve been baking a bit this week in the lead up to my nephew’s 16th birthday bash this weekend. And although I know I don’t mind cooking, the thought of making so much was initially, a bit of a worry in my mind.

How would I get it done?

Would it go as planned?

Would any hiccups occur along the way?

Amazingly, so far, none. Today was the last baking-fest, and each day that I had to prepare or tend to the oven, I’d put on a cd, turn it RIGHT UP, and begin the creative process in my kitchen.

IMAG2391

I have found real happiness and delight in making things with passion. With heartfelt intention. While singing out loud to Queen/Prince/Sia/Michael Jackson, other creative geniuses filling the rooms of our house with meaningful music.

I guess I’ve realised whole-heartedly, how important the act of baking is to me.

It brings people together. It carries on age-old cooking traditions and recipes.

It is magic, at your fingertips. Much like writing 😉

And it creates love and unity. Nothing is more rewarding that your Hubbie and daughter stealing baked goods that you’ve created for a party, knowing how happy it is making their tummies.

I do it, for the ♥

And that is how the magic comes in. You must do everything, out of ♥♥♥

#899 Hello August my old friend

A new vibe today.

Waking up, August.

The mood had lifted. The sunshine was out in full force. Smiles were on. Decisions were made. Things progressed.

The skies, were BLUE.

IMAG2343

Ahh. Just like that. Leaving more of Winter behind us, with more good times, gorgeous rays, and happy memories before us.

And, BIRTHDAY month.

Just like that. A new day. A new month. A new mentality.

Bring it on.

And it even started with a ♥

IMAG2348

#889 Park Days no. 5

You know what’s better than park days in warm weather?

Park days in JULY.

You know why?

Because it is Winter, and when any opportunity presents to get out and enjoy some sliver of warmth in the middle of the coldest time of year, well that is a big

SUCK YOU WINTER

right there.

IMAG2191

It was still fresh, but there was no wind, making the suns descendance down onto our skins that much easier. We walked on over the short 10 minutes to the park, after our necessary coffee and babycino stop at the nearby corner café ( 🙂 ) before enjoying some family time in the park.

And by the way, another reminder that we are MORE than half-way through this coldest of seasons, meaning that…

Spring-time is coming!

:):):)

#887 The things that she says…

… Makes me feel like we are doing an alright job with her.

Or maybe I give myself, ourselves, too much credit. Maybe it is ALL her. Maybe it is the stage she is at; maybe it’s the understanding that comes with growth; maybe even it’s all her class activities from kinder and swimming that have her responding and speaking with such care, eloquence, and love.

Some examples:

1. “Mama… can me please have teddy bear biscuit?”

When I respond yes, she asks quietly

“Is that good manners?”

Oh darling. Yes yes and MORE yes.

 

2. When we are heading into the shops quickly.

“Now honey, we are only going in and out, THAT’S IT.”

“Ok Mummy, me listen to you all day, I promise.”

 

3. When I am mad and frustrated, she grabs a hold of me.

“Mummy… look at me. Calm down, ok? Everything be alright.”

Oh, it is laughable and oh-so-cute.

 

4. I am driving.

“Oh, that person is driving like a f*&king idiot!”

“Mama don’t say that word. That very bad word!”

 

:):):) Peeps, she is only 4… and she already knows better than me!

 

 

#882 Middle of Winter

I’m going to interrupt your regular social media scroll for a service announcement folks.

Friends, let’s pause for a moment, and PONDER.

We are right in the middle of Winter…

… and we have survived!

Thus far, I should add. But oh, the cause of celebration is magnificent. Because let’s face it… the weather in August gets incrementally better in the sunshine-y direction, and the fact that Winter started so early for us this year in late-May, should mean that it ends just as early!

Yeah right. This is Melbourne we are talking about peeps.

But we can still Hope. And Dream.

And celebrate that we are half-way through Winter.

:):):)

morgan-sessions-6255-unsplash

Photo by Morgan Sessions on Unsplash

 

#849 Nothing, and everything

Well, today it happened.

I was at a loss to creatively find something new to be grateful for.

Baby girl having a good day at kinder? It’s been done.

Happy to have a working heater on such a cold day? Done.

Happy we vegged on the couch tonight with takeaway? Also done.

Happy I had some wine? Done done done.

I had gotten calls concerning appointments and jobs to be done over the next week – this gave me satisfaction, but the strength to write about them in a creative manner (it’s not just stating the gratitude, it’s also finding the creative drive to make a story out of it) well that focus I needed was GONE.

Baby girl and Hubbie made me laugh countless times, and we hugged and complimented Hubbie on how much better he looked without his beard – that has also been done.

I watched Shark Tank, LOVED it – done.

Hell, I’m even feeling better regarding my cold – and that too has also been done.

And as I sat there later this evening, realising all the things I was grateful for had already been expressed before… it dawned on me that I had just made a brand new list, and this new list had never been done before.

So suddenly, I was grateful for it all 🙂