I am a mother of a boy. I absolutely love being a mother of a boy. I know we’re not supposed to stereotype but the fact is boys and girls are different (clearly). My son is your typical boy; he loves cars, ninja turtles, motorbikes and getting dirty. He thinks farts are hilarious and loves nothing more than a tickle fight. I always pictured myself with a boy just like this. But he also has this really sweet side, he’s a mummy’s boy and loves to snuggle, it’s the best.
Parenting a child of the opposite sex has its challenges. You’re dealing with the unknown; I don’t know about penises because I don’t have one. Lucky I have hubby for that stuff! But there are a few things I wonder about when it comes to my boy, like:
At what point does it become unacceptable for him to come into female public toilets with me? At what point does it become safe for him to go into male public toilets on his own?
At what age does it stop being ok for us to see each other naked?
Will there come a point when he stops being a mummy’s boy? How will I cope with that?
Will I automatically hate every girlfriend he ever has? Will I become ‘that type’ of mother in law? Eeek I hope not!
I’m hoping that these things will just happen naturally, that it will know when the time is right and what to do when that times comes. I know that things will change as he gets older but I just really hope that we always keep talking.
At the end of January this year I began twelve months long service leave from my part time job. I’m spending my son’s four year old kindergarten year at home. Three months in and I’m often being asked by people “do you miss it?” Work that is. The answer? I don’t think there’s been enough time yet to “miss it”. Three months has flown by and I’ve been pretty busy. But I know for sure that there will come a time when I will start missing it. I know that after the year I will be ready to go back. I love being a Mum, I really love my son (goes without saying) and I’m so glad that I’ve taken this time to be there for him. I like that I don’t have to rush out the door each morning when I drop him off at kinder, I can stay a while and play. I like that I’m there to pick him up and hear about his day, everyday. I like having more time to spend on the things I enjoy (like this very blog). It’s all good and in this moment it feels right.
But I also really enjoy working, I’ve said it here before that like my job and I love the people I work with; they’ve become great friends. I think I’m good at my job, I feel confident in my role and I get to be part of some pretty great projects and events. If I’m honest I also like the financial freedom it affords our family. The money I earn means we can do more, and get closer to our dreams quicker. So yeah, I know when the time comes I’ll be ready to go back.
As a working Mum I’ve always had to walk the wire; a balancing act between competing priorities of career and motherhood. But this I know for sure; work opportunities will always be there and my son will only ever be this little once.
Are you a working Mum? Do you find the balancing act tricky?
Making : Our 2015 family photobook…determined to get it done before 2016 ends!
Cooking : This Coconut and Raspberry Loaf from Maxabella. Easy to make and so yummy!
Drinking : Nudie Mango and Passionfruit Crushie…so good.
Reading: A bit of chick lit, The Sun in Her Eyes by Paige Toon.
Wanting: More time, always.
Looking: Forward to catching up with Pip (creator of the taking stock list) and my fellow Pipsters (aka- graduates of the Blog with Pip course) this weekend.
Playing: Guess Who and getting my ass kicked by my four year old son!
Deciding: What is the next thing to be ticked off my ‘to do’ list.
Wishing: My dear friends all the best on their IVF journey…all my fingers and toes are crossed for you!
Enjoying: Sunny Autumn days.
Waiting: For nothing.
Liking: Making more time to do the things I love.
Loving: Listening to podcasts… I’m a tad obsessed!
Pondering: What to do for mothers day this year.
Considering: Writing a book. Can I really do that?
Buying: Active Wear. I don’t even know who I am anymore.
Watching: These shows on Netflix. Hoping: It will all pay off.
Marvelling: At how much my son is learning and changing every day. Four is awesome!
Cringing: At people who air their dirty laundry on facebook.
Needing: A good neck massage.
Smelling: My new essential oil diffuser that my Mum brought me. Love it.
Wearing: My Saltwaters Sandals. With everything. They’re so damn comfy.
Following: Julia’s Story it honest and beautiful and heartbreaking.
Noticing: How much my son has grown lately.
Knowing: Time is precious.
Thinking: too much. It’s a big problem of mine.
Admiring: Confident people.
Sorting: Through my clothes. A new season means out with the old!
Bookmarking: New recipes to try.
Coveting: The entire Feather and Noise collection.
Opening: A box ofchildhood memories.
Giggling: At the pictures my son recently drew at kinder. Lots of people…all with giant butt cracks.
Feeling: Like it’s all coming together.
Hearing: The dog next door barking…annoying really.
Have you stopped to take stock recently?
P.S- Don’t forget to enter my Mothers Day Giveaway on facebook, there’s only one day left!
A few weeks ago my Mum gave me a big box to take home and sort through. It was full of my school work from primary school and early high school that she had kept. It was so much fun to look through, my Sister and I were in fits of giggles. It appears we were both quite the storytellers.
Here’s a few golden nuggets I found:
Some beautiful self portraits…
My year nine diary where my sports teacher had written on quite a regular basis
“Sarah did not bring her swimming gear today”
“Sarah did not bring a change of clothes for PE today”
I hated sport. Clearly nothing much has changed.
But hey, at least I was up to date with my Geography homework.
My diary of a high school assignment where we were given an egg and had to pretend it was our baby for a week. The egg was meant to be a symbol of how fragile life is, especially in the early years. We had to take the egg with us everywhere and if we broke it, effectively we had killed our own baby. I think it was supposed to be a warning about teen pregnancy but I just remember it being lots of a fun! This was one of my daily diary entries…if only being a mum was this easy!!
And the stories, oh the stories. Tons of stories I had written and made into little books with pictures on each page and staples down the side. The collection included such riveting titles as ‘The Big Mansion’, ‘On a Cold, Cold Day’ and ‘The Dog Called Spot’. I also found a two page essay on why McDonalds was my favourite fast food outlet and a rather disturbing story about a fictional plane crash I had supposedly survived. It started with the words “all my life I have been terrified of flying…” again, not much has changed. (Funny because I don’t remember being afraid of flying as a kid).
Along with the stories there were so many reminders of how much I loved to write. A note on the back of a year twelve practice Enlglish essay where my teacher had written:
“I am so pleased with this Sarah. You are writing confidently, intelligently and referring to the test appropriately- it’s great! I don’t think you need me at all!!!” I remember feeling rather chuffed at that, I really looked up to my English teacher.
And the results of a survey I took in year nine about what type of career I should have:
“Working with children or people” (tick!) “being creative with words and colours, communication.”
It also told me I would not be good at engineering or repairing machinery. So there you go, it appears a career survey taken when your sixteen can be very telling!
It was amazing how the memories came flooding back as I flicked through years of school projects. Things I had long forgotten but can now remember as clear as if they were yesterday. I threw out a bunch of stuff; maths books mainly but have kept a lot of it. I now hope to do the same for my son so he can look back on his childhood when he is an adult too.
Did your parents keep any of your school work? What did you want to be when you were a kid?
P.S- Have you entered my Mothers Day Giveaway yet? Head over here before Friday to enter!
Last week I shared this article on my facebook page about a couple who live full time in a bus. Yes, a bus. A few people commented that there was no way they could do that; they need their space. I kinda like the idea of doing up an old bus to travel around in but I don’t think I could do it full time either, if for no other reason than I love my bath. It seems the whole ‘tiny home’ thing is big at the moment, a revolution even. They’ve made a few TV shows about it and there’s blogs about it. It’s a whole ideology that people are gravitating towards; a simpler life with less ‘stuff’. I get that.
We live a small house (about 13sm living space). A few years ago, seduced by a beautiful, big display home we put our house on the market. Circumstances changed and after a couple of weeks we took down the sign. We decided to stay and instead put a bit of money into changing some things around our home; new furniture, a fresh coat of paint, that type of thing. We fell back in love with our house and we realised we really didn’t need a bigger one. After all a bigger house just means there’s more to clean and more space for stuff we don’t really need. I stumbled across this quote and thought it said it all:
“Love grows best in little houses, with fewer walls to separate.
Where you eat and sleep so close together, you can’t help but communicate.
If we had more room between us, think of all we’d miss.
Love grows best in houses just like this.”
Honestly, we still dream of a new house one day, our ‘dream home’ but it will be small with lots of land to roam (that’s the dream anyway).
Is your house big or small? What do you think of the tiny home revolution?
When I was a kid I had a pen pal. She was the daughter of one of my mum’s old friends. We’d see each other once a year when our families went camping together. Our lives were worlds apart. She lived in remote country on a huge sheep farm whilst I lived in the suburbs of Melbourne. We often talked about wanting to swap lives; she wanted to live in the city (hello shops that weren’t hours away) and whilst living remotely didn’t appeal to me I was totally horse mad so dreamt about living on a farm. We’d write to each other regularly and talk about usual girl stuff (aka- boys). I loved it when a letter arrived from her in the letterbox.
Now I’m an adult the only thing I get in the mailbox is bills. Letter writing has been replaced with emails and people stay in touch via social media. I miss getting old fashioned letters. I love it when my birthday comes around each year and there’s that handful of relatives that still send me a birthday card in the mail- it so nice, like receiving a little bit of love in the letterbox. My mum will often send my son a letter or a postcard in the mail. His little face lights up when he sees his name on one of the envelopes.
I saw that it was postmarked from our Vet and thought it was probably just a standard thing they send out after such an thing but when I opened it our vet had taken the time to handwrite a note inside…..
It really meant a lot. So thoughtful. A little bit of love in the letterbox.
So because I’m missing the old fashioned mail I’ve signed up for the Happy Mail Project with Fat Mum Slim; it’s like pen pals for adults, fun! I’m excited to see who I get partnered with and look forward to both writing and receiving some letters! (If you haven’t signed up you totally should- this round is still open)
Have you ever had a pen pal? Do you miss getting old fashioned letters? Have you received any love in the letterbox lately?
If you didn’t know me and saw me walking down the street you’d probably say I’m a pretty fit and healthy person. Because here’s the thing; I’m skinny. I don’t say that to brag, it’s just a fact; thin, petite, small, whatever you want to call it, I’ve always been that way. But here’s the other thing; I’m not fit, nor am I particularly healthy. No I don’t have an eating disorder (I promise!) It appears I’ve just been blessed with a super fast metabolism or something which means I can eat whatever I want, whenever I want, without gaining any weight. You hate me know don’t you? But honestly, it’s not as awesome as it seems. Because I can eat crap and get away with it, I do. Because I don’t need to exercise to maintain my weight, I don’t. But as a result that means I’m pretty unhealthy and super unfit. And I’m tired, all of the time and I’ve often wondered if my constant tiredness is due (or at the very least linked) to unhealthy eating habits and lack of exercise. I’ve known I needed to do something about it for a long time but I never do, or I always start only to give up after a few days. You see it’s very hard to get motivated when you can’t actually “see” any results.
I recently took a trip to my GP to get her opinion on the whole tiredness thing. I’ve always battled with low iron so we’re trying to get that under control. She also referred me to a sleep specialist who I went to see last month. He’s booked me in for an overnight sleep study in August (there’s a bit of waiting list) to see if there’s anything else going on there. I’ve always had trouble falling to sleep and I’m a very light sleeper so he suspects even though I might be in bed for 8 to 1o hours each night I’m not really getting the quality, deep sleep I need. Truth be told staying in a sleep clinic over night, hooked up to wires with people watching me sleep through a window kinda freaks me out so I’m using this as my motivation; lets see if I can get this tiredness issue under control before I get to the point of needing to do a sleep study. Can I get rid of this constant tired feeling by making changes to my lifestyle instead?
Let’s face it, I’m never going to give up chocolate or run a marathon; I don’t want to and I don’t think I need to either. I’m going to start small and build from there. Here’s some goals I’ve set for myself:
Increase my water intake: This one should actually be pretty easy for me. I like water and apart from a juice in the morning and a small soft drink with dinner it’s all I drink. I used to be pretty good at drinking plenty when I was at work, I’d have the drink bottle on my desk and sip throughout the day but I’ve noticed since I’ve been home I forget and don’t drink as much.
Make smarter snack choices: When I looked at my eating I realised my biggest downfall is snacking. Fast metabolism equals constantly being hungry which means lots of snacking. And I always go for the convenient choice- whatever I can quickly grab from the cupboard. So I guess the answer is I need to get rid of the crap in my cupboard and fill it with healthy choices. I figure if I don’t have it then I can’t eat it can I? But the problem is I’m very fussy, which limits my choices, which leads me to my next point…
Try new things: I’m a plain eater and pretty fussy. As I get older I’ve started to try more things and often surprise myself because I find there are things that I actually like. I need to live by the rule I’ve always given my son “If you don’t like it that’s ok but all I ask is that you try it”.
20 minutes of exercise everyday: That’s what “they” say you need and I think that’s totally doable right? So I’m going to start there, with a brisk 20 minute walk each day.
Now that I’ve written it all down and shared it with the world I’m hoping that will make me more accountable.
I’d love to hear from anyone who has had similar issues…do you have any tips for me? Any suggestions I could try?
I’ll keep you all posted on my progress; here’s to a healthier me!
This post has been forming in my head for many weeks now- different ideas all swirling around but not quite coming together. It all started when I read Big Magic by Elizabeth Gilbert (which I spoke a bit about here). Then I binge listened to the follow up podcast series Magic Lessons and this week I read this post by Stacey and it all kind of started to fall into place. If I was Oprah I’d say I had a series of ‘a-ha moments’. So now I’m going to try to put it all down in words, lets hope this makes some kind of sense….
I’ve always been a bit of a creative soul. I was the type of kid who liked craft, reading, writing stories and drawing. My favourite subjects in school were English/Literature, Art and Photography. I took drama classes for many years. As an adult I’ve continued to be drawn towards the creative- jewellery making, typography, photography, and blogging/writing to name just a few of the things I’ve dabbled in.
After high school I did the ‘practical’ thing and enrolled in university to study the Bachelor of Business. A year later, feeling bored, uninspired and dealing with depression and anxiety, I dropped out. I remember the day I walked out, I went straight to the newsagents and brought a bunch of photography magazines to read on the train ride home. I knew if I was going to tell my Mum I’d dropped out of uni I needed a plan and that was it- I was going to become a photographer.
A few years (and a whole other university degree and career later) I finally did start a photography business with my sister only to shut it down a few months later. Why? Because we discovered that once we started charging people money for our work, it stopped being fun. The pressure to get the photos perfect was too much. So it turned out maybe I didn’t want to do what I thought I wanted to do after all….
It feels a bit like I’ve always been searching for something…something a little more than what I have. Not in my personal life because I have a wonderful marriage, a happy home and family life- things are pretty damn good there. I thought maybe I needed a career change and have dreamt of starting my own business; but it turns out I really didn’t want to do that either. And you know what? I actually love my job, I love the place I work for and the people I work with. There are also many different opportunities available to me there if/when I’m ready. So what’s the answer? I love writing and blogging but I have stopped and started and reinvented this blog so many times over the years because I constantly fall into the trap of comparison and thinking that if its not making me any money then it’s worthless. But then the other day it occurred to me ….creativity and career are not synonymous. They can be two totally separate things and they can exist side by side and I think for me that maybe that is answer. I don’t need to making a living from my creative pursuits, but I do want to create. I need to create, because that’s what my soul needs. I need to make the time to get back to doing that. I need to write and draw and snap pics for no other reason than because I damn well want to. Because I love it (I really do).
Does this mean I’m giving up on any grand dreams I may have? No. Of course I would still love to be recognised for my work; to publish a book (I should probably start by writing it) or have a ‘successful blog’ (whatever that is) but what I now know is this; if that never happens it doesn’t really matter. I don’t need to publish a book to be a writer, I don’t need to host an exhibition to be a photographer, I don’t need a piece of artwork hanging on a gallery wall to be an artist. I just need to do it, to do it for no other reason then because it makes me happy and to do it for no one else but me. That will be enough.
Maybe it all sounds a bit wanky; I always cringe when I read back over my own writing but whatever, it’s my truth and I’m speaking it. Maybe Elizabeth Gilbert said it all when she wrote:
“There is a famous quote that shows up, it seems, in every single self-help book ever written: What would you do if you knew that you could not fail? But I’ve always seen it differently. I think the fiercest question of all is this one: What would you do even if you knew that you might very well fail? What do you love doing so much that the words failure and success essentially become irrelevant? What do you love even more than your own ego? How fierce is your trust in that love? You might challenge this idea of fierce trust. You might buck against it. You might want to punch and kick at it. You might demand of it, “Why should I go through all the trouble to make something if the outcome might be nothing?” The answer will usually come with a wicked trickster grin: “Because it’s fun, isn’t it?” Anyhow, what else are you going to do with your time here on earth — not make things? Not do interesting stuff? Not follow your love and your curiosity?”
Being someone who has suffered from anxiety and panic attacks for many years, I am all to aware of the myths surrounding these conditions that exist out there. If you are a sufferer I’m sure you will be able to relate and if you’re not, then I hope this helps you understand a little better.
5 Myths about Anxiety:
If you suffer from anxiety you are weak: On the contrary I think that people who suffer from anxiety are really strong. If you are someone who experiences anxiety or panic attacks and are still able to face each day…well that takes a lot of strength. Being brave doesn’t mean not being afraid of anything, the true definition of bravery is being scared of something and doing it anyway. Having anxiety can often mean facing your biggest fears each and every day. Now that’s strength.
Only women suffer from anxiety: Completely untrue. Just like every other mental illness it affects both women and men. One of my closest friends who suffers from anxiety is a male. Anxiety does not discriminate, it affects people of ages, sexes, backgrounds and races.
You’re exaggerating about the physical symptoms of a panic attack: Nope. The physical symptoms of a panic attack are very, very real. I actually know quite a few people who have called an ambulance the first time they experienced a panic attack because they legimately thought they were dying. The physical symptoms of a panic attack vary from person to person; from pain in the chest and breathlessness to faintness, heart palpitations, sweating…the list is endless.
Medication is the only way to control anxiety: Medication is one form of managing anxiety but it certainly isn’t the only way. Counselling, talking, learning to manage thoughts and symptoms through techniques such as meditation and deep breathing are all other options that can be explored and in fact need to be if you want to manage anxiety long term.
If you take medication for anxiety you are weak: As my Doctor once said to me “If you had diabetes would you take insulin? Yes. So why is this any different? Anxiety is an illness and sometimes it needs to be treated with medication.” I am not saying everybody who suffers from anxiety should take medication; it is a case by case basis which needs to discussed and decided with your doctor. But for some people yes, it can get to the point where medication is required and that’s ok.
It is my hope that the more we talk about these things, the better people will understand and myths and stigma that currently surround anxiety will no longer exist.
Are you a sufferer of anxiety? What other myths do you want to clear up?
This week we said goodbye to an important part of our family. Our beautiful dog Bonnie.
She came into our family over eleven years ago. We saw an ad in the local paper for pure bred Golden Retrievers. We weren’t ready for a dog because we’d just moved into our new house and didn’t even have fences up in our backyard yet, but we just went to have a look. Of course who just goes to look at puppies and comes home empty handed? Not us! We fell in love and brought home a puppy that day. We named her Bonnie.
She was a beautiful dog, very clever and she loved to be around people. She always had to be close by, within touching distance, a paw on you leg, a head on your foot, always touching.
We’d noticed before we went away on our holiday last week that she was a bit off her food and losing some weight. When we returned she’d lost even more. Her back legs seemed a little unsteady. She’s just getting old we thought. We decided it might be a good idea to take her to the vet for a check up anyway. But on Tuesday morning when I woke up she had gone completely down hill overnight. She could barely stand. I took her to the vet and was told there was a large cancerous mass in her spleen. Nothing could be done. My husband was away for work. I asked if they could possibly make her comfortable enough to last the night so he could say goodbye. They couldn’t, it would be too cruel. So the decision was made.
I held her head in my lap, whispered “I’m so, so sorry. I love you” and then I said goodbye. I felt sad and I also felt really guilty. Guilty that we hadn’t realised sooner how sick she was, guilty that I hadn’t made my son give her a big cuddle before we left the house that day, guilty that we hadn’t played with her more and guilty that I couldn’t bring myself to stay for that final moment. I hope she didn’t feel alone. I hope she knew how much we loved her.
That afternoon when I picked our son up from Kinder I told him that Bonnie had died. Like most kids, losing our beloved family pet would be his first experience with death. He asked what had happened to her and I explained she was just very old and very sick. He didn’t say anything. This morning he asked when she was coming home. I explained she wasn’t because she had died. He asked where she had died, “was it inside or outside?” “Inside” I said “I gave her a big cuddle.” I don’t think he really understands, I’m sure there will be more questions to come when he realises she’s not coming home. We’ll deal with each question open and honestly as they come.