#1099 The detail in the picture

A picture can tell a thousand words…

You know what I love about this picture?

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It’s not the princess costume baby girl gained from her cousins yesterday (that she wants to live, breathe and do everything in)

It’s not how she’s acting like a hairdresser and brushing my besties hair

It’s not even that ball, far away in the background, that shows she doesn’t quite listen when we say no kicking inside!

It’s that hand

That soft, sweet hand, resting on my bestie’s shoulder.

That, action.

β™₯Β it.

#1089 Rebirth of an orchid

I entered the laundry today.

Within moments – “Oh!”

Shocked. Startled. Amazed beyond belief.

I was moved even.

It was about the Phalaenopsis plant. Rather, to you and me and most Tom, Dick and Nancy’s, the orchid. MY orchid. The plant that had been gifted to us when baby girl was born, the plant I had kept alive… until recently.

Until the move.

I am honestly not sure if it has bloomed since we moved house. Last summer, despite it being next to a window, I don’t recall seeing it blossom once, NOT ONCE… it soon moved to a less prominent position, but still by a window, and still facing the same side of the house as it was before… only it was in a different room. The laundry.

I was hopeful for so long. This plant held ties with baby girl’s arrival. Sure, it’s miraculous to keep these things growing beyond a few years. Plants die, ndoor potted ones more so… I get it.

But this one I COULD NOT LET GO OF.

I watered it. Gave it food. Trimmed some dead leaves and branches from it. With no change and the soil becoming more like sand than dirt, I started to contemplate throwing it away.

Again… I just couldn’t. I left it there in the laundry, facing the window, with dust settling on the leaves… thinking one day, I would do something with it.

I just didn’t know what.

So to walk in today and find this…

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What? My orchid was alive? Reborn from brittle soil when I least expected it, its seed lying dormant for the longest time, waiting, just waiting, for the right combination of circumstances to spring forth…

I honestly, clapped with glee. Got teary. I am so glad I didn’t give up.

You all know what this means. I may not throw out a plant now, NEVER EVER EVER.

Because you never know if a seed of hope is lying around somewhere, just waiting.

Waiting…

#1083 Her affectionate nature no.3

I entered the lounge room and lay on the couch. I thought baby girl wouldn’t realise – it was only moments earlier that I saw the mini chocolate bar she had been holding for at least 5 minutes was still only half-eaten. That episode of Paw Patrol must have been particularly enthralling.

But she heard the giving of the couch cushions as I settled into them. Witnessing this uncommon act as I closed my eyes, she crept quietly to me. I peered out one eye cautiously.

“Mama,” she whispered. “I’m just going to put this down a little bit for you.” She reached for the remote.

Awww.

“Thanks sweetheart.”

The volume went down and then I felt her crouch down near me. I opened my eyes again.

She was peering at me attentively, curiously, her brown eyes wide. I thought how if the song we’d heard at the cafe after dropping her off at her first day of primary school, hadn’t been Elvis’ I Can’t Help Falling In Love With You, instead Brown Eyed Girl, how I would have bawled.

She was smiling. “Mama,” she continued in her low tone. “Know I am always here for you, whenever you need me.”

Awww.

“Thank you princess.”

And then she sat on the couch arm beside my head, stroking my head and whispering I love you’s every few minutes.

πŸ’—πŸ’—πŸ’—

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#1081 The first day

Oh man. What a day.

Such anticipation.

Such excitement.

Such hesitation.

Such nerves.

Such anxiety.

Such BIG FAT TEARS.

And it was ALL me.

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Why does our mind play tricks on us? Play silly games, and make us want to sob even harder when all I am trying to do is pull a very-watery poker face?

Watching her walk into the classroom with the other students, it asks me “look how she has grown. She used to be sooo small.”

Sob.

Walking away from the school. Regret. “It went too fast… you didn’t get to take a photo with her there.”

Sob.

Drowning my bittersweet sorrows with Hubbie over strong coffee. Our eyes are glistening. I verbalise my thoughts.

“Remember when she was born, and how she entered the world all curious, looking around the room?”

I then looked up to the bright blue sky, and proceeded to –

SOB SOB SOB.

It has been a day of the pendulum swinging one way, and thenveryquickly swinging back again.

And I have to say,Β with this emotional roller coaster, I am so glad the first day jitters are over.

For both of us.

When we picked her up, she saw us and ran forward excitedly.

And in that moment I realised that my silly fears were unjustified. Sure she would grow. Sure she would learn and develop, change, as every person on this planet continues to as we go through life.

But she will always be our beautiful, caring, happy, loving girl.

She will forever be, our baby girl. β™₯β™₯β™₯

#1079 January family bonding

Let’s squeeze one more family day trip in before the holidays end, shall we?

That was the thought as we headed down to the luxurious RACV Cape Schanck Resort to meet my parents and sister and fam, 2 days before baby girl is set to start prep.

PREP.

(Eeeek!)

It was a magical day. Did we need a reason for it? Other than Summer, holidays and family love? Nah. Well we had it though. An after-present from my Mum’s 70th late last year, and a timely silver anniversary celebration for my sister and bro-in-law.

We spent the day, doing what we do BEST.

Eating.

Drinking.

Bonding.

Making memories. πŸ™‚

Oh, and of course swimming.

We enjoyed the stunning views, and vowed, like all the times, that we WILL be back again…

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β™₯β™₯β™₯β™₯

It was a perfect day. πŸ™‚