Being the mom of a gorgeous teenage girl is quite challenging. I imagine being the daughter of a control freak mom must be quite challenging too. We have some very funny moments. Some very emotional moments. Some quite volatile moments. Those moments where I’m not sure who the adult is anymore. Which is why I am very grateful we talk and giggle and share. A near perfect moment today, the beach, a flat white from Hard Cafe and a girly chat with Kate.
I had a fun two days. And I know one of the main reasons was because I didn’t have to worry about Kate and Jem. I am grateful for wonderful families who embrace my children like they’re their own. And for wonderful friends, who 3 years ago, if life had been different, I would never have known.
I was B’s assistant today. His dorky fall over the tripod assistant. I worked harder than I ever have done before doing things I would never have done before. And had a fabulous time doing it. So today I am grateful for new experiences. And for not taking myself too seriously.
I do love peanut butter. I love butter even more. Melted butter and peanut butter on over toasted soy lin bread. There is nothing better. Today and right now. So, I am very very grateful for my lunch today.
I am grateful for the fact that today on a Tuesday morning, I got to walk the national park and bob around in the exquisite Laguna Bay. I am grateful to Ilona and Arienne for being as in awe as me. But I am especially grateful to B for deciding Noosa is where we would live, long before I even knew it existed.
I wear a little heart around my neck. It is a symbol of love and was given to me by my sister in law. I am grateful for my little heart, because whenever I touch it, it comforts me and I think of her. And when I think of her, I think of endless cups of coffee, endless glasses of red wine, endless laughs and home. It stills me. It helps me find my strength.
I am grateful for date night. Not because it was a wonderful romantic why don’t we do this more often kind of night. But because it reminded me how often we forget to talk. Or listen to each other. Really listen .
I am grateful for this little secret haven today, a magic toadstool and a moment when little girls could be little girls. A moment when the world was perfect. Or I could pretend it was.
My little Jem is struggling to sleep. It annoyed me for a moment that B had to sleep elsewhere, but then I realised how lucky I was. Because I got to snuggle up with her. And I know there aren’t too many more of those precious moments left. It is always so beautiful to see her sleep and to watch her wake up. I am grateful I get to do that. I am grateful she still gets comfort from being in mommy and daddy’s bed. I know I always did.
I am grateful for this pile of dirty washing. And for the muddle we all found ourselves in this morning. A muddle because there was too much laughter, debate, advice giving, loving, hurrying, even singing, happening. Grateful because it meant B was home.
grace and dignity 