I think I know how this girl feels…do you ever get to the point where you have so much buzzing through your head you just wish you could turn your brain off?
Who would have thought but Miss Four is right! Eagles do eat backpackers!
Things are a bit quiet in my blog world at the moment, not reading or posting much.
It’s been a hard couple of weeks for so many reasons but the one thing uppermost in my mind at the moment is a situation with my youngest at school. Master 9 is Dyslexic therefore school can be a struggle at the best of times but as an added ‘bonus’ there has been some bullying issues this year which have caused no end of anguish, this is not the first time either. M9 is no angel and he tends to erupt when his sense of justice/injustice is ruffled and that never goes down well in a school situation. Unfortunately it got to the point this week that he felt he needed to run away from school and come home *sigh* What do you do?
I am reading non stop on raising boys, anger management, bullying and anything else I can get my hands on, I have been praying like mad and have been working/talking with teachers and councillors all week. It really worry’s me that he’s in grade four and is still struggling with reading but there is so much other stuff going on this has gone on a back burner and he is getting further behind. I have been considering moving schools or even homeschooling for a short period of time but ideally I would like to be able to work it out at school.
Oh dear, sometimes being a parent is no fun at all and it doesn't help when a few comments thrown in here and there by ‘helpful’ people seem to make you feel like either you have failed your child miserably or that your child is damaged goods.
Let me tell you, I will come out fighting on his behalf ,and as he has begun his life as one of my bodily organs and I have seen both his amazing and frustrating personality traits from birth to this day I kind of think I might have a little insight. I make no apology of defending my kid (as I think all mum’s are prone to do), if I don’t do it who will? Ooo sounding kind of feisty no?
OK, ok back in your cage mumma tiger your cubs gonna be alright!
I’ve been scanning a lot of old photo’s recently and restoring some of the damaged ones, this one above had almost disappeared. This is me and my Teddy and I guess I would be about 4 or 5 so circa 1975. The outfit I have on was made by either my mum or Grandma, not sure, but I distinctly remember that this was the beginning of my love of sewing/crafting. Notice the elegant veil adorning my spiffy teddy? This was my first attempt at making ‘stuff’ and I can remember about this time mum showing me how to tack with needle and thread. Actually the first real item I made was at school in grade 6, a totally hand sewn apron and I still have it.
Love the whole hand on the hip thing!
My mum kept a diary of my first five years and every so often she pulls it out and recounts my funny sayings and doings, like the time sitting in the back of the car at age 2 trying to tell mum about the ‘bitey’s’ to which her response is to ‘smack the bitey’s.’ when she turns around she finds me smacking my own hand that is stuck in the ashtray!
My best friend has 5 kids, the youngest are 8, 6 and 4. Quite often she sends me texts (a modern day diary) of the funny things they say and I’m telling you they are funny!
Just the other week the while watching a documentary about Eagles Miss 6 asks “What do Eagles eat?” to which Miss 4 replies “Lambs and Backpackers!” Who knew? Let it be noted that your taking your life in your hands backpacking around Australia, watch out for those hungry Eagles! We weren't sure if she meant Alpacas but no she assures us it was backpackers, bahahaha!
These funny kids obviously get their wit from a very clever mummy who is also very funny. In today’s text message she says;
“I’m reading about brain injury (she is studying psychology at the moment) and how patients with frontal cortex injury lack sympathy, empathy or remorse for wrong doing are prone to lying for no apparent reason and are capable of verbal or physical outbursts. I’m thinking, surely not every guy I’ve dated has suffered head trauma?”
You can find more of her funny adventures and wise sayings on her blog The Purple Pumpernickel
As usual I have sat up too late and need to take myself off to bed *sigh*yawn*zzzzz*nite
I have been mucking around on the computer tonight and have turned a sketch of this little owl that I drew about a month ago into these! I was thinking they may look kinda cute as a broach maybe? I might get them printed out and see what I can do or maybe even a transfer onto a tote bag or kids t-shirt. There are a few babies on the way soon so this might work as a print too. Hmmm….something to think about.
I was on my way to work today and saw a young man walking down the road who would be classed by many as “different” at best and I got to thinking about the pressure to conform. The lengths we go to to look the same, to fit in. I think it came from a post I read the other day over at Maxabella Loves when she described only children (of which I was one for my entire childhood as my brother didn’t arrive till I had well and truly left home) as odd!
Ok, so what makes someone odd? How do you define odd?
I have a large circle of friends and everyone has something that I guess could be described, according to my sphere of understanding, as ‘odd’ and yet it is those very quirks that makes me love and adore them. How utterly boring to have everyone in your life reflect back to you your exact ideas, likes and beliefs.
I’m odd I guess, well as odd as most people, in fact I think as I get older I am becoming more myself and increasingly embracing the things that make me me, and I make no apology for it.
Baffle the critics…give them flowers.
The kids started back at school last Friday then we had the flooding rains so school was cancelled until Tuesday as the road to the school was closed. Nooooooo! I have to admit I was kinda looking forward to the first day in soooo long to be alone but….
it’s been a good day.
Just a bit of domestic catch up, making yummy sandwiches for the kids and coffee date with the best friend while the kids play. Nothing special and yet so peaceful.
I like days like today it kind of feels timeless and unrushed and just plain nice. No need to hurry nothing that HAS to be done and it costs nothing. Yeah, it’s been a good day.
Oh, and aren't they the cutest lights ever!
When it all feels just too much there’s nothing quite like a woolly hug when its cold and your feeling low. If you can cuddle up and listen to the sound of a heart beating you just know that it’s going to ok.
Summer has turned to winter over night. We have gone from 40+ scorching, humid heat and torrential downpours causing localised flooding to a cool and cloudy 18.
I haven’t drawn anything for a while now, I’m finding it hard, but I determined this morning to just go and draw something, anything and this was the result. I guess I’m feeling a little dark and twisty at the moment so it seems a little sad.
Do you ever wonder what people are really like? Even the ones we are close to? What is really under the ‘skin’ do we come across to everyone as a sheep but inside us lurks a lion? What keeps us from being real? Is it fear, shame, is it just too hard or are we uncertain of who we really are?
You think you know someone! To me my mate Brad was the go to guy for all things tech. He turned up most Friday nights at our weekly social get together with something new to show (brag) about and could be relied upon to provide a copy of a favourite movie/series (completely legally of course) if you asked or even if you didn’t. He was quiet, could be abrupt at times, was generous, loved teaching and could be relied upon for helping out.
I remember well the Friday night when we were sitting around chatting and watching movies when he told us he hadn’t been feeling well and was going to have some tests for what they thought was Glandular Fever. Then came the news he was heading to Adelaide for more tests as there were some suspicious shadows found via x-rays but not to worry as the Dr. thought they were just abscesses. It came as a shock to all of us when the diagnosis came back as Pancreatic Cancer and then in just 10 short weeks he was gone. He was only 43.
Last Thursday was his funeral and it was a beautiful tribute to his life. A time of story telling was allowed and friends, family, colleagues and students (he was a math/science teacher) shared their experience of Brad. I was totally surprised by the enlightening stories that showed a much bigger picture of who he was. It struck me that you just never know what you may say or do, and you might think it insignificant, that will be the treasured memory that another will take with them through life. I think Brad would have been really surprised too.
I read something last week by an author called Phillip Yancey who interviewed a brilliant psychologist who had suffered a brain injury that caused double vision, headaches and difficulty reading and walking because of a drunk driver running into his car and also the battle of his wife's cancer. Yancey asked him about his disappointment with God and if he blamed Him for the tragedy that he has suffered and surprisingly he was not angry with God at all. I found his answer very interesting and made me think in a different way, as he simply stated that he thought that people confuse life with God. Just because God is fair doesn't mean to say life is fair, Jesus certainly didn’t get what he deserved, and we can all attest to the unfairness of life even our kids know it. How often have you heard this? “Mum, he/she did_____. It’s not fair!!!!” (add whine/anger).
I don’t pretend to have any answers to the unfairness of life and death and the injustice of it still hurts, but I do know that I am incredibly grateful for having the hope that faith brings. Today I may only be able to see things through murky waters, but one day all will be clear, and I know this life is not all there is it’s just a small part of eternity.
We miss you in the mean time Brad, but we will see you in the morning.