On Motherhood ....

Modigliani

when they hand you your child...

(unless you were blessed enough to pull life out yourself)

they do not have any advice that suits

because they are not us and we are not them...

and this is not theirs ... and nor is it ours

National Geographic

what did Gibran say?

... something about ...

"They come through you but not from you

and they are with you yet they belong not to you"

but then why did I have them?

Dorothea Lange 

what love is this?

that robs me of my selfish senses

that guilts me into stifling tears of hellish exhaustion

that rips my heart out with every smile and hands it back bigger than before

Frederick Warren Freer

that confuses my career with things that matter

that draws from me a lullaby and reads to me of monkeys

and faeries and dinosaurs 

that halves me and then makes me whole again ...

Fine Art America

..... what love is this?

*****

I've been reading a lot about motherhood on blogs lately

It would seem a topic that raises many an eyebrow, an opinion 

and, more often than not, a passionate response

I found the above piece of writing in amongst my scribblings a few weeks ago.

I wrote it when my son was about two years old (14 years ago now!!)

(I dragged it out to use as a comment on Pia's heartwarming post about Motherhood, 

blogging and telling it like it is - it made me laugh to read just how overwhelmed I seemed)

Fact:

There are no facts. Parenting is just too subjective. It's human. It's diverse. It's fickle.

With the exception of love (immense, fierce and frightening love) there are simply

no hard and fast rules... just good intentions)

Fiction:

You'll feel the same way about parenting in three, seven, sixteen years - as you do now

Me?

I became a mother 16 years ago ... 

(I consider the very second I saw the "second blue line" the start of the journey)

I had already miscarried once ... quite late in term...

I was ecstatic, petrified and very hormonal

Upon giving birth I stared at this little bundle, with great trepidation, 

wondering if I was up to the task 

(I prayed that mothers instinct was NOT a myth)

We were a one income (small income) family

We were renting a closet

We were very young

We were exhausted almost all of the first two years

I was often filled with a longing to go back to work....

... that vaporised every time I thought about daycare

My dear mother ensured that Hubby and I were able to have a reasonable

(albeit diminished) social life and of course immeasurable support and love

We were happy. So very happy.

Ours was a healthy, content, chubby cheeked boy who lit up our hearts

I have stumbled along the way

I have made some hilarious mistakes*

I have doffed my hat to those who have more than one 

I made A LOT of it up as I went along and I have loved 93% of the task

(7% = sickness, sleepless nights, arguing with a teenager &
losing my child in Piccadilly Circus)

Although I'm not a new mum I truly love reading all about the adventures, emotions, opinions, misgivings and fiesty viewpoints of mothers the world around...

Pia writes about the challenge of balancing motherhood, blogging and career

Artemis writes about her feelings on mama-hood ....

Hannah writes about her views on gender stereotyping as a parent...

Kate writes about positive role models for her daughters...

Lisa writes about loving barefoot boys  .....

And I just love it all

To all the mums out there... whether today is a triumph or a struggle, 

 I salute you all with such immense respect and admiration.... 

... what love this is indeed.

* when our son was but a wee 8 year old he asked what a condom was... surprised and slightly taken aback, Hubby and I proceeded to stumble our way through a haphazard explanation that left him with the most confused and befuddled expression on his face. 

When we asked him what was troubling him he replied:

That makes no sense at all because on the tv show The Nanny,  

Fran says  "Oh Mr Sheffield can we live in a condo by the sea"

... yep we had heard wrong and confused condo with condom.

Happy days.... ♥

Oh I do love to be beside the seaside...

A book should serve as the ax for the frozen sea within us.

Franz Kafka 

On life's vast ocean diversely we sail. Reasons the card, but passion the gale.

Alexander Pope

There is one spectacle grander than the sea, that is the sky; 

there is one spectacle grander than the sky, that is the interior of the soul.

Victor Hugo

The three great elemental sounds in nature are the sound of rain, 

the sound of wind in a primeval wood, and the sound of outer ocean on a beach.

Henry Beston

A woman knows the face of the man she loves as a sailor knows the open sea.

Honore de Balzac

You must not lose faith in humanity. Humanity is an ocean;

 if a few drops of the ocean are dirty, the ocean does not become dirty.

Mahatma Gandhi

Ocean: A body of water occupying about two-thirds of a world made for man - who has no gills.

Ambrose Bierce

I pray to be like the ocean, with soft currents, maybe waves at times. 

More and more, I want the consistency rather than the highs and the lows.

Drew Barrymore

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Impromptu

Packed in a hurry

Audiobook on the drive down - The Fry Chronicles

Gin & Tonics at Sunset

Midnight stroll in the moonlight

Holding hands with your soul mate

Big (mahoosive) bowls of pasta

Sand in my shoes

Life is wonderful

Vintage Paper Christmas Wreath

Inspired by these projects on Pinterest I had a go at making my own vintage paper Christmas Wreath.

(Well technically it's a more of a round starburst than a traditional circle with a hole in the middle)

I used pages from a set of old encyclopaedias that I thrifted at the local Vinnies. ($20 for 15 books!)

It's really quite a simple project and there are no rules so you can should let your imagination run wild

I used double sided tape to roll the pages into funnel shaped cylinders

It took me a few tries to get a good shape and the paper was quite aged so I recommend the wider size tape if you can  - for better grip

You then attach the paper rolls to a circular piece of polystyrene or even strong cardboard in a fan shape ... I used tacky craft glue and it worked really well ... 

In the middle of mine I glued a fabric flower and some black feathers from my chicken run

I also used some glitter glue to add a touch of bling

I really do apologise for not taking more photos of the process itself but there are clear instructions on the pinterest link above ... as well as many more great Christmas DIY ideas I might add...

On the back I used ribbon, glue AND thumb tacks to make sure that it wont come crashing to the ground - I fear that would tear or break the aged paper so I urge you to do the same.

... and there you have it... 

An unpcycled, recycled vintage paper wreath

Full of character and completely unique.

I plan on making some bunting (of course) with the same paper and then mixing in some linen, burlap, botanicals and bling... as you do.... for an Aussiefied Christmas

What do you think? 

If you love a homemade Christmas then check out Melissa's blog for her "Get Your Christmas Craft On" posts that ALWAYS inspire me

In the meantime ... only 40 sleeps peeps .... (squeal) 

♥♥♥

Ginger, Walnut, Date cake... with a twist...

Hubby is learning to bake.  

He's an amazing cook but baking is his next Everest.

Over the weekend he treated me to a Walnut, Ginger and Date cake that was so delicious I asked him if I was allowed to share the recipe with blogland. You see even though he used (and improved) a basic Date Loaf recipe from bestrecipes.com he added a little magic.....

Lemon Thyme ... in the icing!

And oh boy does it work. 

Melted couverture/ quality organic white chocolate and fresh lemon thyme buds.

Crushed and sprinkled on top before the chocolate hardens.

Genius.

Here's the recipe if you'd like to try it....

Ingredients

1 cup chopped dates

1/4 Cup chopped 'Naked' Buderim Ginger - (Glace Ginger will work, though)

1/4 Cup Chopped walnuts - Chunky is great!
1- 1 1/2 teaspoons bicarbonate of soda 1 cup boiling water

1 x tsp cinnamon

1 x tsp ground ginger
2 tablespoons soft butter
3⁄4 cup sugar (I like to use brown sugar)
1 beaten egg
1 cup self-raising flour
1⁄2 cup plain flour

Method 

1. Grease a loaf tin. or use baking paper
2. Place dates, cinnamon, ground Ginger, Naked Ginger, walnuts, soda and hot water in a bowl and stir - allow to thicken and cool  slightly.
3. In another bowl,mix butter & sugar,  add egg and mix until creamy.
4. Add date mix to butter mix, then add flours and mix well.
5.  Bake at 180°C for about 45 minutes or until skewer comes out clean.
6. Melt some good quality white chocolate to spread in a thin layer on top
7. Sprinkle with fresh thyme buds before chocolate hardens

Chicken update....

Hi there peoples! How ya been? Me? Great!!!

Thanks to being utterly spoilt by these two and cheered up the two 

above them...

.... I've also been cooked for....

(crispy Salmon on a bed of Spicy Cranberry Couscous)

(creamy poached eggs from our girls - check out that happy yellow yolk dudes!)

... treated like a queen on a couch...

... spoilt by friends and family....

... utterly spoilt!...

Little Ed had to go and get his annual shots at the vet and I went 

for acupuncture ... which. was. AMAZING.

So with all this bubbling energy and healing happiness I thought I'd give you 

a quick update on how my chicks are going...

We are sure that Fay is a Wellsummer but not too sure whether 

Cassandra will be a Barnevelder, a Rhode Island Red or a New Hampshire.

So kinda lucky dip there. Either way though they're all from a brilliant chicken farm called

Henley Brook Chook Farm in the Swan Valley - aka Gallus Gallus Domesticus HEAVEN.

Roz is still proving to be an amazing Mama Hen. Allowing the chicks to eat first,

summon her to bed well before sunset and even ride on her back!? 

(I've been trying to get a shot of that... hilarious)

We are so proud of her because she sacrifices all the best 

bits of scrap - no matter what the treat

and she watches over them like a hawk....

... Justin jokes that these two are our "veloceraptors" because they're keen 

to get in and make a meal of the chicks (gruseome but true) and we still have to wait

at least another week or two before we can introduce them all together.

I know this is a blurred photo but it cracks me up everytime I look at it.

They really are such curious critters.

So there you have it.

A quick catch up before I head into the garden to give 

orders to my boys since I'm still under strict instructions...

NO lifting, 

NO driving, 

NO straining, 

NO vacuuming 

(meh that one I can live with)

Ironically I'm still allowed to do the ironing....booo.

We may be off to the chook farm tomorrow to pick up a 

a Light Sussex or two (Yay!!) ... but if I'm going to be truthful

that's my idea and I have yet to convince Hubby.

So I wish you all THE BEST weekend ever.

Next post is about my handmade Christmas wreath using vintage book pages.

Intrigued?

Good!

♥♥♥♥

PS - Apologies for the redundant use of exclamation marks

peoples but when your health returns after such a long struggle

you cannot help but be just! so! darn! happy!!!!!!! :-) 

Convalescence...

I'm over emotional and shaky on my legs. Although I expect a fair bit of that has to do with the drugs they've given me to handle the pain. 

Pain which now takes on a whole new meaning ... it's cause determined and it's end in sight. 

The pain I was experiencing has been "taken care of" and thanks to the miracle that is modern medicine, the sacred skill that is surgery, the logic that is homeopathy and the mystique that is rest .... 

I. am. getting. better.

I've received cards, flowers, phone calls, foot rubs, dvd box sets, blog comments, chocolate, tea, favours and even letters. I feel so loved, so cared for. So proud.

Proud of myself. I am literally behaving like Cleopatra and getting my boys to do it all for me. Not an easy task for a control freak but I do not want to end up back at square one so rest it must be.

Proud of my boys for banding together to share the duties, the daily tasks, the foot rubs and the love.

Proud of my family for showing me (and each other) every day the transformative powers of love and patience.

I think this whole rest and recuperation thing needs to be viewed from all perspectives don't you?

How else do we value health unless it eludes for a while? How else do we empathise with full time carers of persons whose physical needs far exceed those that we are accustomed to?

The old cliche of "you don't know what you've got til it's gone" .... it's the truth. It's a fact.

Practising gratitude can be a way that we connect with this deeper sense of self - but even then it does not always reveal the full magnitude of something quite as important as our health and our loved ones. 

No,  I can honestly say that "losing certain capabilities" - even for only a short while - has really taught me the value of a body that "just does what you want it to do"

To all of you who are facing a health challenge I send you love, patience and angelic cherubs to help you through. Keep the faith. Never lose hope and trust in the metamorphic power of love.

Big love from me on my couch... with my remote... my heat bags and my pooch.

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