I read recently about a challenge to be politer and kinder in how you speak to your partner and your children. Not to take them for granted, to be grateful for all they do and not what they don’t do. To be aware of every interaction. It is ridiculous how we treat perfect strangers better than we do our own family sometimes. And I know the flip side is that home is a safe place to be, where we can sometimes vent and show our not so nice side. Where we are loved no matter what. But we can also try be better. To be aware that its not ok to be impolite to those you love the most. Just because you can. But whilst I believe in being the change and taking the lead I challenge any parent of a teenager to do this. I challenge myself every morning. You see, my consistent theme remains … most of the stuff we all know, most of the stuff we all try do, so don’t beat yourself up if you don’t. Because if we’re honest, nobody is perfect. Nobody gets it right all the time. Especially not the parent of a teenager. But I will keep on trying. I have to keep reminding myself that Kate and Jem’s teenage and preteen behaviour is not about me. It just is. I just happen to be there. All the time. I wish I’d remembered that this morning when as I was discussing with Kate the merits of letting, or more to the point, not letting her friends come home to the empty apartment after a party on the river, she got up from the table went into the bathroom and shut the door. Okay, so maybe I was lecturing rather than discussing, and maybe I do go on a bit, but I mean, I was mid sentence. She didn’t even think. She had just had enough of the conversation. As much as I breathed and reasoned, I was not polite when she emerged. But I did manage to stop myself from beating down the door. She had got the point, and moved on. With a knowing air of disdain. Would she do that to a stranger. Never. Because she is a lovely polite girl. Just not always at home. But then, nor am I. So, we are taking up the challenge. We will be conscious of how we talk to each other, how we behave towards each other, how often we thank each other and how much we take each other for granted. And especially how much we ignore our mother.
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fifty two
I was humbled today. By the lovely mum of a dear friend of mine. She told me I had a gift. In how I was able to write. That she gained from reading me. I was humbled because she had so much wisdom, so much knowledge, so much grace and so much to share. And was one of the most dignified woman I have ever met. It was an honour to spend some time with her. I wished I could write down everything she shared, because it all just made so much sense. She is the one who truly has a gift. The gift of treating everyone with love and respect and kindness. The gift of being able to see truth. The gift of being able to hold herself back so others can experience their journey. The gift of no ego. I am grateful that today I got to learn so much about myself from someone who knows nothing about me. I am grateful for and humbled by her wisdom. The wisdom that only time and experience can bring.
rat
This was one of those big picture moments masquerading as a little picture. Chatting to Jem about the realities of what today might hold. That Jayde may not survive the day.To some Jayde may just be a little rat. Eeew. But to Jem she is love. She is the sweetest, cutest little creature, with a twinkle in her eye and an air of mischief about her. She knows Jem, she has her favourite spots in the house, her favourite areas to curl up, her favourite spot to be tickled. She comes when she is called, travels everywhere on Jem’s shoulders and grinds her teeth with pleasure when she is cuddled. And my little Jem understood when I told her this morning this is what love is. When you love someone so much you will do whatever you need to do for them even if it makes you sad. When you love someone more than you love yourself.
fifty one
Jemma loves little Jayde and little Jayde loves Jemma. I am grateful I get to witness this devotion, this love, this bond everyday. Little Jayde has a tumour. She has to have a lumpectomy tomorrow. The vet warned us about the risks of the anaesthetic and the stress for the little poppet. I am grateful that no matter what happens tomorrow, they have had today.
big picture
I’ve been accused of not focusing on the big picture. A few times now. And that’s the point actually. Of my musings. Of my grateful posts. That often because we are so concerned about the big picture we don’t see what’s right in front of us. The little picture. Right now. The beauty. And the reality. Yes, in the galah, in the trees, in my kids doing their homework, in me laughing at myself over my reaction to Ikg, in my relationship with B. It is all about the little picture. The big picture is made up of little things. Little picture things that we can deal with. In that way we cope with the big picture. Because often the big picture is just too much to deal with. I felt a little affronted at being judged in that way. Just for a moment. And that’s okay, because then I let it go. Because I know the issue was not mine. And I do feel empathy. And I know this is my story, my musings, my experience. When I was faced with the reality of my own mortality, I realise I did start to focus on the little picture. Equally when I knew we had to come to Australia. Because the big picture was just too confronting. It’s the little things that helped me cope. The little things that really mattered. The stroke of my bald head. Doing homework with my girls. The reassuring smile of a stranger. My doctor’s voice. My children’s smiles. A song. A walk in the park. A cup of coffee with B and yes the 1kg that I could do something about. So, I will continue every single day to find the little picture things that I am so grateful for. I will continue to look at and share the little picture, because I believe, little picture by little picture, that is the big picture.
fifty
I am grateful today to have two daughters that just get on with their homework. No cajoling, no threatening, no fighting, no bribing, no cheek. I am grateful for my two self motivated daughters. So much so, that when I feel I should offer some homework input, I am often shunned. I am secretly grateful for that too.
share
This again. I had a chat this weekend about the one thing that keeps coming up since I started sharing some stuff. The notion of honesty. Well more of being honest. Of sharing truth, that isn’t always flattering. And how taken aback some people are by it. I think my thin blog made some people uncomfortable, cos it’s just not cool to admit to being that self absorbed when the issues the world face are so vast. I agree. But we are and we do. If only we had the courage to say so. It would make it so much easier to be ourselves, to be kind to ourselves, if we didn’t have to keep up with the often dishonest realities of our perfect friends. Those who seem to have the perfect lives, with the perfect relationships and the perfect attitudes to weight, religion, work, education, their children, discipline etc etc. According to what they share they never put a foot wrong. Bullshit. It would be so much kinder if we all shared, not only how we wished we were, but how we really are too. I really do love B and who we are and I wish we were always kind to each other but sometimes we just suck at this relationship stuff. We didn’t talk nicely to each other this whole weekend. I can’t really remember why, something about him not going to Dan Murphy’s when I wanted him too and me not taking my tablets for three days. And that was before he told me he was off to Adelaide for the week. I didn’t need to share that with you, and probably some of you wonder why I did. I’m not sure. Just because its the truth, and maybe someone will feel better about being a little off centre too. That’s just life. Let’s be kinder to each other by dropping the pretence. It’s such a waste of time.
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forty nine
I am very very grateful for the relationship Kate and Courteney enjoy. It made me melt when I saw them interact today because I know that they will always have each other. There is something inexplicably special about their relationship. They are as close as siblings but are not, they get each other like friends do, but are family. I know they trust each other with everything. I am grateful my daughter and my sister’s daughter are best friends.
forty eight
I am grateful for the perfect end to the perfect day. Beach for all, stand up paddling for some, surfing for others, naps for some, shopping on Hastings street for others, evening sundowners on the river for all. I am very grateful to be able to call this paradise home. For now. And especially grateful for being able to share it with my family.
forty seven
I speak to my sister everyday. I am grateful she lives in Brisbane which is only an hour and a half away, so I know she is always close by. I am especially grateful today and right now, because our home is filled with the laughter and noise of family. Honest, true, free laughter. The laughter that always happens when Mel, Pat, Court and Georg come to visit.







