#1421 What you should do while the Land Down Under burns

I find it hard lately to look at a sunset without thinking the vibrant hues look a lot like flames.

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Most of the news, social media sites and influencers are talking about it. Even international sites and celebrities are getting in on it and pledging help to the cause.

Skies across our country have turned orange, red, black.

Australia is in the midst of a bushfire crisis.

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Photo by Benjamin Lizardo on Unsplash

There are no total reports yet, but there have been an endless number of homes burnt to the ground, there are missing persons and confirmed deaths including those of 3 volunteer firefighters, and our native animals have disintegrated to dust, with approximately 450 million animals dead.

There are ecosystems and animals that may near extinction or be wiped out completely after this event.

6 million hectares of land has burnt. When you look at that on a map, it would be like almost all of England engulfed in fire.

Flames at heights of 70 metres have been reported. In comparison, the Sydney Opera House is 65 metres tall.

The hardest hit states have been New South Wales and Victoria.

The situation is beyond catastrophic. Watching unfolding coverage and media footage, you can’t help but feel the pain and sorrow that the people who are victims to the bushfires and trying to save themselves and their homes, are feeling.

It is heart-breaking to see, and fighting back tears is something I’ve been doing a lot of lately.

In amongst all of this pain, there is something YOU can do.

We can all do it.

Which is why I am grateful. I am grateful I have this platform to use my voice in a positive way.

So many people are doing it, and so many more need to speak aloud.

Our fellow Aussies need HELP.

I am grateful I have the means to make a small donation, to go towards the bushfire appeal effort. Money that will be used to help those that have lost everything, who need food and basics, shelter and clothes and furniture.

To rebuild homes, towns, cities.

You can’t say that you can’t give anything. I don’t have a job, and I don’t even know when my next paycheck will come, but I know I can give something. Anything adds up, even small amounts, and that makes a HUGE difference.

If you have $2 to spare (and if you are reading this with your internet connection I am sure you do) then you can donate to the appeal.

Because if there are 20 people out there thinking of donating $2, and feel like it’s not enough, well think about it… 20 times $2 will equate to $40.

And at the end of the day $40 of something is better than $0 of nothing, especially when you’ve lost EVERYTHING.

Please make your donations to proper organisations and reputable names. Be wary of scammers (sadly they exist even in a time like this).

My suggestion is the Victorian Bushfire Appeal web site www.vic.gov.au/bushfireappeal and click on the ‘Donate now’ button.

You can read their plans for the distribution of the funds there. And remember that donations of $2 and above are tax deductible.

As horrific as the scenes and stories coming out of this tragedy are, I am comforted by the strong and wide display of love, care and support given to so many people in need.

I know what I am going to do right now… GIVE.

I know you can too. β™₯

 

 

 

 

#1397 The hair can wait, but the help can’t

Today I attended a Parent Helpers Morning Tea at baby girl’s school.

I wrote some time ago that I got the invite to the tea and happily accepted. To be honest, I was feeling a bit shit this morning and actually contemplated pulling out.

On top of my hesitation, I had called my hairdresser this morning to cancel my upcoming appointment with them, since it clashed with me helping out baby girl at swimming.

Why was I going?

I was busy already.

What was the point?

What made me say yes in the first place?

I had these questions circling through my mind, but at the same time the thought of not going didn’t sit right with me either.

So I went… and oh man am I glad I did.

Firstly, I had a really great time. I caught up with other parents and baby girl’s teacher, and it was lovely to be in a slightly different social setting without our kids screaming “Mum look at me!” from the playground at pick-up.

Oh, my THE SPREAD. It was this insanely long table with all kinds of sandwiches, rolls and wraps, fruit and snacks and chocolate and cake and sweets and crackers and everything in between… it was amazing. The coffee and tea window was set up and moving quickly despite the long line, and all in all it was a really well organised morning tea.

But then the principal spoke, and thanked us… she pointed out and spoke about an elderly gentleman, telling us that despite his flailing health, he had been volunteering and helping kids at the school with their reading for 11 years now. I looked at the sombre-looking frail man hanging his head, wishing he would hold it up high. Tears gathered in my eyes and I willed myself to not be a sook by taking a big sip of my tea.

What a man.

Then there were two students who had made up poems for all the helpers. They read them out, and though they were simple, they were so, so sweet, and totally pulled at my heart-strings. I was standing there thinking “damn it, I’m not supposed to cry.”

And then I realised. I realised that all of us in there, all of the helpers really did deserve this special morning. We deserved the thanks. I was reminded of how only that morning I had cancelled my hair appointment as I had forgotten over a month ago when I booked it, that it clashed with the last swimming session baby girl had through the school.

Baby girl wanted me there at swimming, and I couldn’t let her down. I cancelled my pre-Christmas hair appointment instead.

But secretly, someone was looking out for me. Because when I called to cancel, the hairdresser was able to fit me in next week with her… at a better and more convenient time than the original one would have been anyway.

So, winning.

I made the morning tea. I gratefully accepted the thanks amongst so many more.

I cancelled the hair appointment and made that tiny sacrifice for baby girl…

And I was thanked.

These sacrifices we make, big or small, are all eventually noticed… if not by friends, family or your child’s school… then by the Universe. β™₯

#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.

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It helps to feel little sometimes.

 

#1370 A date for helping

I got excited when baby girl brought home this today:

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An invitation for all the parent helpers to attend a special morning tea, thanking them for their help with the kids this year.

I have been absent for so long… but yet I got one.

Why you might ask? It wasn’t that long ago (or maybe it was, time flies lately) that I was proudly showing off my visitor’s sticker in this post, as I started helping out baby girl’s class on Thursday mornings.

But that all came to an end at the end of term 2. While baby girl loved me helping out… she loved it a bit TOO much. So much so that when it was time for me to leave, she was beyond devastated.

As the weeks progressed she even grew anxious as the day of my helping approached. One week she asked me repeatedly, perhaps up to 20 times if I was helping… which I was… and it was here I knew something had to change.

I spoke with her openly and said I needed to take a break. She was not coping when I left, even though she was perfectly fine at the start of the day when I dropped her off.

When she nodded her approval and agreed, not only was I surprised, but I knew I was onto something.

I stopped helping.

But then she started talking about it again. Me helping. I told her repeatedly that I didn’t want her upset. I didn’t want her crying. I felt like half of her did want me there, whereas the other half was confused and still in-between.

But when the news came out about their swimming lessons some weeks ago, I knew it was the perfect middle ground.

Help out… on an excursion? A place where baby girl actually swims in her private lessons, no less?

She was happy. And so was I. πŸ™‚

Today was the first time in a while I was there to help. And since the lessons are going on for several more weeks, I will be on hand for so many other occasions too.

I think I have just found a great middle ground – an excursion helper πŸ™‚ I don’t actually leave… they do. Because they jump on a bus πŸ˜‰

So it was timely that on the day I started to assist again, I got this invitation via baby girl…

And I happily accept your caffeine and biscuit invite. πŸ™‚ β™₯

#1274 Your turn

I am stuck tonight guys…

It’s not like I am overly upset at anything… but I am tired. My flu has eased but left in its wake a terribly sore throat.

I am a bit meh. Anything I think of, I have no motivation to write of.Β It’s all very ho-hum like Snow White’s Dwarves… (wait a second, isn’t it hi-ho??!!)

So I hope for this blog’s sake, this plan of mine works.

If you have anything to share about which you are grateful for today, please post in the comments below.

You will save my daily gratitude blog for one day.

The more, the merrier. πŸ™‚

GO!

11:59 pm UPDATE!

My friend saved the gratitude day on facebook!

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That’s still a nifty record, #1274 down and counting… 😁

 

 

#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.

 

#1208 Hubbie and jocks

“I should buy some more jocks this week…” it was kinda like a question that came from Hubbie, some days ago.

I paused for a second, trying to work out what he meant. “Well yeah, it’s better to have more…”

HOLD UP. Something occurred to me in that moment, of this fussy man of mine that I usually need to beg and plead to buy more jocks and socks (because when I buy them they are all WRONG).

“Do you need me to do the washing?”

“Well yeah, but I didn’t wanna bug you, you’re busy this week.”

OH MY GOD!

“Just tell me!” I cried out in horror.

Rest assured… I did the washing today.

There are jocks. There are socks.

And most importantly, there is love from my husband, who is doing his best to soothe me and keep me calm and happy in this busiest of busy weeks for me, just so I stress less and have more smiles than frowns on my face.

By going out and doing what he does, least.

That is love, people.