#819 What to be grateful for on Mother’s Day

They say ‘tomorrow is another day.’

But sometimes the crap feelings of the previous day seep into the next morning, and you are left feeling like the bad vibes just won’t leave you alone.

I was feeling pretty average this morning. After I swore I wouldn’t do anything to celebrate Mother’s Day for myself EVER AGAIN, my Mother’s Day presents told me that maybe, I was doing just fine.

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Sometimes, these ‘celebrated’ days are just too hard to handle. Polished and carefully selected social media photos make you feel awfully incompetent with any, sometimes ALL parts of your life, as you witness your immaculate family and friends, their children and Mothers and themselves, looking all smiley and happy and a picture of perfect family bliss.

They don’t show the tears. The fights that stopped just before the snap of the camera. The relentless arguing and disappointments that can precede the happy snaps.

Pretty snaps that, let’s face it, present a very brief moment in time. Often not at all a proper representation of life.

And yet, we still beat ourselves up over not looking as perfect as ‘others.’

Which is why, we must not worry about others and their social feeds. We find our own, real reasons to be grateful anyway.

We look for the simple things.

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The fact that mornings sometimes don’t start off too well, but we can still make something of the day, and turn it around.

The fact that we have family, and love, and also, great food.

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Some people don’t even have that.

Some people eat their lunch from a plastic container, their table the car park kerb, moving their life from street corner to street corner.

Some people are in hospitals right now, sick, alone and unable to move without assistance.

There are poverty-stricken children in the world right now, who have their sewerage pass them in an unenclosed hole, right near where they bath and feed themselves.

There are young girls being sold into sex slavery.

My sister told me that the frequency of ‘amber alerts’ that go off at schools is bone-chilling. Strange people loitering and hanging around the school gates, watching and taking photos of our littlies, trying to bait them over.

There are people, who don’t talk to their Mothers.

There are people, who don’t have their Mothers with them anymore.

And there are people, who want so bad to be Mothers.

Just because we may not know these people or see these things, does not mean it does not happen.

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So to have a day, where I was with my family, my loves, my happiness, spending cherished and truly special moments with them… my reserves were filled. My happiness was restored, and I felt again, that the simple moments with loved ones, are worth their weight in gold.

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#816 Second Mother’s Day celebration at kinder

Winter had arrived early.

The cold snap was upon us. Icy winds and stay-at-home conditions meant all my running around after dropping baby girl off at kinder was definitely NOT what the doctor ordered.

The second half of the day was just as mind-numbing. A child getting progressively sick as the day wore on (I am not surprised anymore with all these grots at kinder), more freezing weather, a worsening mood brought on by stress and pressure and also, weird body feelings (please don’t let me get sick)…

Punctuated beautifully by a C U Next Tuesday of a job that meant Hubbie and I were scatter-brained and pushed to the limit this evening in trying to submit a form that HAD to be completed tonight… and it wasn’t even for us!

It wasn’t the best of days.

But the middle part, WAS. Because it was the Mother’s Day celebration at kinder day, so in amongst all of today’s crap, I got to spent some beautiful time with my baby girl, watching her play, and getting cute little gifts from her, to me.

What? What is crossroads?

Yes I like my eggs.

How often must I say I have work to do that she thinks, I actually like it?!

I must admit though, IĀ ā™„ā™„ā™„ that letter.

And my most favourite accessory of the day that I can take with me everywhere –

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Another Mum poked fun at the fact that our necklaces were so stunning, sarcastically speaking, and quietly I thought –

“I would actually wear mine out.”

It may not cost $100, and it may not be made from specially sourced and original jewels… but they were threaded by my baby girl’s hands, and that is more precious and prized than any store-bought item… šŸ™‚

#753 A pick-me-up walk

We often complicate life with all our wants and requests, but sometimes the simplest thing, is all you really need.

A coffee. A well-read break. Putting your feet up.

Well, when ALL of the above (I know, even coffee!) didn’t do the job, and my head was still heavy, my body still tired, and my mind uninspired, I thought to do the thing that most weary legs wouldn’t normally do…

Go for a walk.

And my tired-from-kinder girl, also had to agree. A walk it was.

 

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We chatted as we headed down the path. It was a short walk around the block, and with the afternoon sun on us, we escaped to shade as we soon turned a corner.

It was so beautiful just talking to her. She was rattling on about good boys and girls getting Christmas presents, and cheeky kids NOT! She was proud, because she had gotten a Barbie Van from Ho Ho (Santa) last year.

We talked houses. She pondered if any of her kinder classmates lived right near us, and I told her, probably not. She then asked me to ask their parents where they lived. I nodded…

We also talked magpies. People who walked around, and people who often called for taxis.

We said hi to a back-door neighbour, saw our house over the fence, and discussed what a great idea it had been to take a light-hearted walk around the block…

Light-hearted, but simultaneously, uplifting. The walk, had WORKED. šŸ™‚

 

#681 Boxing Day fun

You need a champion breakfast to set yourself up for a big day ahead.

A big, Boxing Day breakfast.

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A breakfast such as this allows you to make the most of the day and fill it to the brim with as much activity and fun as you possibly can.

It helped us put together this INSANE barbie van

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It helped us get to some post-Christmas day shopping, and work the crowds.

And then later on it helped us perform some interesting ballet moves.

Ok, so the toys were baby girl’s not ours, and she had basic weetbix while we indulged in the above-shown breakfast… but with energy like hers, we sure as hell need a special boost every once in a while to keep up with her…

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#680 Another Christmas at my parents

I don’t care how many times I post the same heading. Because I will always be grateful for it.

Each time there will be joy, but each time it will be different too – the fun will come from an unexpected avenue, we will sing different songs, eat different food and our time together will always be more cherished than the last time…

Because all of life is fleeting. We don’t know what is around the corner, and so when we are given something precious, a beautiful moment, or a special someones

Take stock, grab hold, and run with it.

This morning at our home, there was loads of presents…

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and in turn plenty of wrapping paper to show for it.

Baby girl assisted Hubbie in their present to me –

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And I LOVED the personal red touches and care given by baby girl, as much as the present itself.

The tree at my parents house is now smaller than it used to be…

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But the same joy and love and good times remains. The alcohol still ‘goes’…

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VERY quickly. But that is how we do things around here.

And there is dancing alright… not in the kitchen. But the GARAGE. Parents house, old school style.

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And I love it all. I hope you too had an amazing and memorable Christmas with your loved ones… and if you don’t celebrate, well I hope your day was special anyway šŸ™‚

#672 What she said no.2

It was chaos at Bayside today. A bit insane. Almost as if Christmas were tomorrow, instead of next week.

It was ok though. We had found parking on the top, and it only took us 10 minutes.

We made our way through the centre levels and stores, going up and down the escalator and lifts a dozen times, trying to find those last few Christmas presents to tick off our list.

One such time as we were heading up, we happened to be on alternating escalator steps – baby girl on the highest one, me on the middle one, and Hubbie behind me on the lowest step.

As we rode up and up, Hubbie leaned in and kissed me sweetly on the shoulder a few times. Sometimes baby girl gets possessive and tells him to back off at moments like these, promptly letting him know that I am her Mama!

This time though, she smiled sweetly.

“Mama,” she started. “Tato like you.”

Awwwww. The sweetest thing EVER.

“You think so?” I asked with a broad smile. “He likes me, a bit?!”

She won the quote of the day, HANDS DOWN.

I am forever grateful for her insightful, funny, clever, entertaining, and touching quotes. She always wins the gratitude game:)

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#665 Sunday family day and realigning

I could be grateful that we spent a good portion of the day shopping, and got a bit more of our Christmas list ticked off… but with all that has been happening with life lately, the busyness, the reality and the true meaning of it, I just ain’t feeling the grateful shopping vibe.

Another day,Ā maybe. Today, it feels too materialistic for the realisations that the day brought us. And maybe, I’m sick of spending so much $$$ in the festive lead-up.

Instead, I had the best time after we got home. We had driven home in the sunny sunshine, and then spent the afternoon not doing so much. In line with this relaxed vibe we got some charcoal chicken, but maybe also (ahem, HUGELY) due to the fact that our kitchen is still a W.I.P.

I had so much on my mind, and laid it all out to Hubbie.

We decided in a change of plans. We have been discussing a simpler, easier, more stress-free, carefree and happier life for about week now, but it was decided for sure tonight, that that WAS going to happen.

Life is short. We are only here once. We plan so much for the future, and often, things change so much. We need to be willing to adapt, roll with the punches, and attune ourselves to our environment in order to survive.

What we were sure of years ago, we are now not so. So we are changing. I am grateful for the relaxed Sunday vibes that allowed us to get to that place, and I am happy that my husband is also in the same ‘place,’ as I am.

Super-duper important in ANY relationship.

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