#1438 Everything you want

If you read my blogs closely you will know that yes, I love George, but this post is not about our Flawless Mr. Michael.

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Rather it’s how we have everything we want down our good ol’ Main Street.

Hubbie had suggested today that we go to a shopping centre 20 minutes away…

My answer was: WHY?

Instead we hit our lovely abode.

We had coffee at a fabulous café…

walked around and headed into one-off boutiques, clothing and furniture shops…

Even found the ol’ faves like Cotton On, and ooh ooh, a pop-up Country Road shop!…

The best newsagency for MILES as there are possibly 300 different magazines on offer (not even joking) a goal-mine for this aspiring freelancer…

And then Hubbie wanted a hair cut.

There is one on almost every corner. He was neither here nor there, for AGES, but when we happened past one of those drop-in-and-get-your-haircut-done-for-$20 type places, he popped in to give it a shot.

He was really happy with how his hair turned out. Quick, cheap but good!

But then we had a slight problem. Someone else wanted to get their hair done…

Baby girl. ♥

She was actually due, I just hadn’t yet booked her in at Amazing Toys where she last got it done. But we were there, she was telling me she wanted a big girl hair cut in a big person place, and I was like you know what?

Let’s do it.

No fuss, no getting her in somewhere else, no extra driving required.

We were there. It made so much sense.

She even got a pink apron and had her hair brushed with a massive glittery pink hairbrush.

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Don’t my loves look great?

We have all we want. ♥♥♥♥

#1415 My environmental warrior

Today being forecast to tip 40 degrees, and with us living by the beach, well it was no wonder that we ended up dipping our toes in the bay waters and shoving our feet into the sand.

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But it wasn’t this fact alone that had me grateful today. Rather it was the smallest event that had me going “awww.”

A small event, with huge repercussions.

Hubbie and I were sitting on the sand observing baby girl splash some distance away, jumping over small waves in the shallow stretch of water. She suddenly came to a stop, and we saw she was holding something.

“Has she got a ball?” I asked. We couldn’t tell. But she had this thing in her hand, and she looked around, uncertain, before she started charging for the sand.

As she got closer it became apparent that the glint of silver in her hand, was a can.

Litter. Left in the water.

She carried this empty soft drink can, this 6 year-old girl who doesn’t even come to us when beckoned. She ran across the sand, her eyes darting everywhere, passing over us as she went. She got to the big red and yellow bins and paused, uncertain where to put  the can when there was so much overflowing trash.

Hubbie got up to tell her the yellow one was for recycling. And as she passed me to go back into the water, I had to grab her attention, and tell her something important.

“Hey.”

“Yeah?”

“You taking that can out of the water… that is amazing. You know how proud Mummy is of you? Well done honey.”

She didn’t smile but she held her head high as her feet led her to the water, lifting her arms up in a bit of a muscle pose.

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And then she went on again, splashing in the water and making random friends with other kids.

Just another day in the life of my mini environmental warrior. 😍🌊❤

 

#1405 And, here we are

The journey starts with school tours, hope and anticipation

And, here we are.

You cross your fingers and fill in the forms

And, here we are.

 

Iron on name labels and school lunches

And, here we are.

Nervous smiles and a heart full of dreams – theirs AND ours

And, here we are.

 

There are good days, full of playground fun and new friends

And, here we are.

There are days where you make a meeting with the teacher

And, here we are.

 

There are mornings when they do all their chores!

And, here we are.

And then there are those where you both cry before walking out the front door

And, here we are.

 

On cold mornings you count down to school holidays

And, here we are.

On sunshine-y days you count down to school holidays

And, here we are.

 

You do their hair 17 different ways

And, here we are.

You make their lunchbox 84 different ways… longing for a break

And, here we are.

 

New friends and play dates

And, here we are.

Birthday parties and lollies galore

And, here we are.

 

Colourful posters and a million artworks

And, here we are.

Scratches all over their arms and legs

And, here we are.

 

Grumpy moody tired children

And, here we are.

Grumpy moody tired parents

And, here we are.

 

They learn so much and grow even more

And, here we are.

But all things, eventually come to an end…

And, here we are.

 

I sat in the car this morning, looked back at baby girl and said –

“And, here we are!”

And as I walked her to school for the last time of her prep days,

I felt myself get choked up, emotional and teary.

 

And I thought, just like that.

Here we are.

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#1404 My mini Angel

I plopped down on the couch after school pick up this afternoon, tired, uninspired and still feeling ‘ugh.’

There is no worse feeling than feeling – ‘UGH.’

I channel surfed. I soon, amazingly, saw that an episode of Angel was to be starting shortly.

Angel? What, MY Angel? I’ve said it so many times before but I’ll say it again: when you see a show on TV that you have in your DVD collection, for some reason there is an intense urge to WATCH IT IMMEDIAELY ON TV…. even as like I said, you can watch it on demand whenever you like…

Because you have your own copy.

But as always, I started to watch. I had to do dinner…

But, stuff that. I kept on watching.

Baby girl happened across a fight scene, and I tried to quickly change the channel – not so much for the violence, it was more about these kinds of faces –

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Vampire faces.

She was onto me though, and asked to watch it, but I said it was a grown up show that Mummy used to watch and tried to steer her away.

However she came in again towards the last 10 minutes… and this time I went ‘stuff it.’

(I won parenting today).

I warned her though! I said “I don’t want you having nightmares!”

“You can leave if you get scared.”

“You know this is all pretend, it’s pretend okay?”

She excitedly sat next to me and got comfy in the couch, and so I began the Angel world-building…

“That’s a bad guy. Don’t worry Angel is trying to kill him. He’s bad. He’s a vampire.”

“Angel is a vampire too, but he’s a good vampire.”

“Honestly don’t worry about that guy. He’s bad.”

“That’s how vampires die… don’t freak out! It’s just dust.”

… and so her introduction to Angel was born. ♥

 

#1399 Finding common ground with family

Bonding with family is one of those things you can never get enough of.

Whether it’s listening to some music together, having a healthy debate, a light-hearted laugh, a sincere d&m, or even being able to share some tears without judgement…

Or, all of the above.

Tonight’s highlight was baby girl bonding with her cousin. Although 11 years separates them, they found common ground today. And I discovered it, when baby girl went from –

“Mum come in this room and watch a movie with me” – to –

Silence.

Huh? Why wasn’t she bugging me anymore?

Because she found a viewing partner in her cousin.

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Matilda, the first real life-child geared film (as opposed to animated child film) that baby girl first watched at primary school and subsequently has become fascinated with, was the same movie my nephew faintly remembered from his childhood… and wanted to rediscover once again.

It was beautiful to watch them engrossed in the classic tale, dance to the music soundtrack and just be silly in the moment.

We got as much joy out of watching them as they did watching the film. 📽😍

 

#1383 The (no) friend game

It’s not pleasant as a parent to hear that your child hasn’t had the best day.

Worse still, when they say “I wanted to play with them and they wouldn’t let me.”

It still stings to write and think about, and this is a story in hindsight.

But it happened, and it happens, and unfortunately it’s one of those things that will continue to happen, for almost all kids at one time or another in their schooling life.

Baby girl told me the above yesterday, and it ate me up WHOLE. I feel so intrinsically connected to her that I myself was slighted by the fact that some girls hadn’t let her play with them, and she’d had to succumb to playing on her own.

Hubbie told me what he always tells me: “it’s how kids are. They can be shitty.”

Yeah, I get it. It doesn’t mean that it hurts any less.

Seriously, it is so much harder for the parents. Kids are fairly resilient. Although baby girl pointedly told me what happened, it didn’t seem to affect her mood or disposition, and I had to remember that out of all the days of the year she had been at school so far, she had said something like the above, only a handful of times.

So, where is my gratitude? Well today she told me she played hide and seek, tag, and red light green light with half her class. I was grateful to hear she had a good day, grateful that she had friends to play with, and grateful that, most of the time, she is a lot tougher than me. ♥

#1377 A serving from Mum

I got told off today by my Mum.

I liked it.

We try to be strong, try to be brave as we grow up. We try to do things on our own and not ask for help EVER… because we can do it all by ourselves.

That is a lie. Every now and then, you need help.

And every now and then, it helps to remember where you came from. From your mother’s arms. From your mother’s heart. From your mother’s deepest place of growth and nurturing.

And that in turn reminds you, how little you are. How frail and helpless and childlike you can be.

Therefore, how little you know.

I was glad to get her mock-threatening scolding tone today. I didn’t realise how much I missed it… maybe I needed it, because it reminded me I was loved.

It helps to feel little sometimes.