Then we have the men. We need them to be our best friends. We try and connect to them the way we do our best female friend. But the men, they were not allowed to cry.
It was the evening of her funeral. I was climbing into the bottom bunk to read her youngest grandson a bedtime story. Her grandchildren had looked so handsome for her that day. In crisp clean ironed shirts and formal shorts. They usually look like two small beach bums. She would have been so proud of... Continue Reading →
Don't you feel like you are always chasing your tail, and then when you are not your are too exhausted to sit and care for that wild and bushy tail of yours.
January We enjoy lazy Summer Days at home Mamó Comes to stay . They enjoy her cuddles and stories. February The littlest one starts Kindy and enjoys every minute. Mummy and Mamó enjoy hanging out together Cú Boo turns 4 requests a Paw Patrol Cake. March The Boys Aussie Grandmother/ Nanna becomes ill and must... Continue Reading →
When you are a parent there can be countless unexpected events in even one day. You must always be on the lookout for disaster to strike. Sunshine one minute, raining poo stones the next. Its a crazy beautiful thing.
I felt so tired today that I sat on the shower floor and allowed the raindrops to pour down my back. Then I noticed the black mould growing on the grout between the tiles. I had to close my eyes and ignore yet another job that needed to be done.
A year really does bring about so much change in the lives of young children. While parents remain much the same, the anchors carrying our children on their journey. It's such an enjoyable thing to go back and look though the folders of photos that I have taken for every month of the year. It... Continue Reading →
Its my Dads birthday today. He lives in Ireland on the other side of the planet. I really miss him. Seeing his face, I miss his big bear hugs, his lectures on the politics of the world. He is a ferocious reader. I think he probably reads for 10 hours a day. I don't think... Continue Reading →