Friday, December 19, 2014

Deep alien grief

There is a profound sense of horror when our fellow man hurts another.

It can only be more unthinkable when the victim is unsuspecting and the crime bloody.

What about law abiding and completely innocent?

Surely then, the profundity is most extreme when the victim is a child.

What about several children?

Witness to trauma, the likes of which you or I can never fathom.
And then turned upon, themselves.

The horror and bloody scenes that have played out in the last few days in Australia have shocked and devastated millions.
I am one of them.
I cant make sense of it.

I am left, like so many of you wondering what the fuck is going on. And why.
I am not superstitious, but really, the gravity of recent events is beyond normal comprehension.

I am feeling so heavy of heart.
And confused.
So confused.

How can anyone hurt a child, ever, in any way? How could anyone hurt someone they don't even know? For no reason. Robbing children of a mother. Robbing babies of their lives.

There is a very definite loss of innocence when we experience these kinds of events.
These kinds of events?
Who am I kidding?
This doesn't happen.
This is exceptional and unthinkable.

Bloody massacres and mass stabbings?
Its a horrible, awful nightmare.
In real life.

It changes us and scars us and makes us different.
Harder.
More numb.

The injustice is just a withering weed and our bewilderment is only a puff of smoke.

No reaction can measure up to the brutal reality which is essentially someone else's actual reality.

Empathy is stretched to beyond limits and there can only be heads shaking and tears rolling.

No words that make any sense.

Just deep alien grief.
Grief that doesn't belong, and never should have been.


Tuesday, December 2, 2014

Dad gave a speech...



So, I'm just hearing a few whispers around town about something that happened today.

My dad gave a speech today.
He's a teacher, it wasn't like a spontaneous rant at the pub or anything.
He's the deputy head of a pretty big school where I live.

He's been at that school for a little over twenty years.
I didn't go to that school, but I get the idea that my dad is a pretty well-liked guy at the school.

Any way.... today he addressed the students on their last day of 2014.

And received a standing ovation.

I don't know if you know many teenagers, but I don't imagine that standing and applauding teachers is something that they do every day. Or ever.
That makes me really proud.

Point here is this, he had something to say to those young people which was supposed to inspire them. And from all reports it did.

I once met a guy that Dad taught some time ago, and he told me he remembered exactly what my Dad had said to him and his class on their last day of high school. THIRTY YEARS AGO.
And he said he followed his advice, which was to go out and see the world and grow through experience.

So, I guess what has really occurred to me is this.... words are powerful.
Really powerful.
They build people up and they can strip them down.

I'm not denying that it takes a certain kind of person to stand up in front of 1000 people and hit the nail on the head like Dad did today, but we have all had people cross our paths who have made a difference.

So, anyway. I'm proud of my Dad, for certain, but I am also happy for the students who have been inspired by his wisdom and acknowledgment that he also learns from them every day.

This ties in closely with what a lot of mums my age are going through at the moment. Uncertain of what lies ahead for them. Baby's off to school, out of date qualifications, lack of confidence, fresh starts, relaunching old careers or embarking on new dreams.

Dig deep and think of a time you were inspired.
Dream big.
Remember, someone believes in you.

xxxx

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Christmas gift guide #3 Presents for Teachers!

 
I know I said I would be doing a series of three shopping guides but I have just thought of this one and so there might be 4.
Or 5....
 
Teachers! So beloved to us all. Hardworking, patient, dedicated, long-suffering.
How on earth do you thank them for guiding and nurturing your children for a whole year?
Its tricky.
Here a few cute ideas.
 
This key fob can be personalized and is practical and cute. I found this one on Etsy.
 

LocalLURE is a graphic design business based here in the Southern Highlands and they have just created this range of limited edition prints. So sweet and stylish. Perfect for teachers.
http://www.localluredesign.com/

 
I also found this on Etsy. Literary tea! How perfect for a book loving teacher. William Shakespeare blend. Too gorgeous.
 
This divine bracelet is from Hard to Find dot com where you'll find plenty of unique goodies. I think this bright bauble would be terrific for a favourite teacher.
 

 
Another local lady here in the Southern Highlands, Nicky is producing some beautiful embroidered tea towels as well as message boards and bunting for her label 'Beats Working'. So sweet and totally teacher worthy. Just call Nicky for product enquiries 0414244923
 
 
 
More personalized goodies. How could a teacher not love this mug? Again, thoughtful and practical.
 

 
Got a teacher with a wicked sense of humour? Is this the best bookmark ever? I just love it. I found this on Etsy too.

If you have ever tried Jacqueline Evans body products, you'll know they are pure luxury, and surely any hard working teacher deserves a good soak at the end of the day. These products are available on Hard to Find as well.
 
Just a few ideas for you.
xxxx



Monday, November 24, 2014

Shopping guide #2 Ethical shopping ideas


Thanks so much for having a look at this, my second guide for Christmas shopping.
These guides are really just supposed to be food for thought.
The idea for all this came from the universal feeling of stress and dread that this time of year can bring, especially when it comes to traipsing round a Westfield in the days and weeks leading up to Christmas Day.
Do we really need more stuff?
Is the reason you cant think of what to buy friends and family because they don't need anything?

Here are a few ethical ideas for gifts for the man, woman and child who already have everything.
xxx

1. WWF. http://gifts.worldwildlife.org/gift-center/gifts/Species-Adoptions.aspx
These affordable gifts are seriously divine.
When you adopt an endangered animal, which you can select from a long list, you have supported the cause to help protect these animals and their environments. You also receive a plush toy of the animal, an adoption certificate, a gift bag and a photograph. So beautiful, and still gives children something to unwrap.

 
2. Hamlin Fistula Ethiopia http://store.hamlin.org.au/
If you don't already know the story of the incredible Australian surgeon Katherine Hamlin, check out this site, you'll soon be converted to this wonderful cause. You can purchase gifts for the hospital such as sheets and blankets, you can support the midwife training project, or you can purchase items such as jewellery, coffee, scarves, books and handmade home wares. It's impossible to overstate the worthiness of this incredible organisation.
 
This is a deadly one.
Essentially you can feel great about the gift you're giving through Oxfam to people in developing countries by giving them what they ACTUALLY NEED. You can give a goat to a village, a chicken to a family, clean water to a school, even cow pooh to farmers. Basically you are making the gift on behalf of your friend or family member and you give them a gorgeous card telling them how insanely meaningful their gift was. And pretty much no packaging. Win - win - win.
 
 
How snazzy are these bags?
They're made from recycled rice sacks and recycled newspapers. They also have recycled tyre bags!
All ethically traded and weather proofed to stand up to the job. All products are traceable back to the villages they were made in, which ensures your first world dollars get back to the producers of the goods.
 
 
Everyone needs a Calender. I've heard some of you even use them.
Oxfam's range are particularly beautiful. There is a stunning Aboriginal art Calender as well as other photography beauties. Most of your favourite charities will have their own Calender. They make a fab, practical and affordable gift that helps.









So these are just a few ideas of how we might all do something different, give a rad gift and feel really good about it too.
xxxx

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Local Shopping Guide for Spunks #1 - Handmade Goodies

So, its that time of the year again.

You're either decorating your tree as we speak even though its only mid-November, or you're burying your head in the sand hoping it might all go away.

Well, it wont. I know, I know.... I'm sorry.

Fact is you need to get on board. And you know when the times comes it's actually quite fun.

So, I thought I would throw this at you.
Let's try mixing it up a bit this year...
I have put together a list of amazing local folks who make stuff with their own bare hands.
I KNOW!

Cause you know gifts have to happen, they may as well be unique, beautiful and full of integrity.
I have included links to their Facebook pages and from there you can get to their shops.

This is the Southern Highlands in NSW, readers. Even if you're not from round here you should really take a look at the incredible talent that we have in this neck of the woods. You can buy from them too, even if you're miles away.
And you'll want to. They're just that good.

100% linen tea towels, from Ink and Weave, proudly designed & screen printed in Australia. They're just so cool, you can frame or mount them and if you really want to, you can even dry up with them. Divine.
 


Susie Webster's Wearable Art is unique, beautiful, always evolving and made in her studio in the beautiful Southern Highlands. Susie's stuff is also available on Etsy.
 
 
 
Mr and Mrs Munroe make incredibly beautiful timber and wire pieces. They use various materials, and their work is quite unlike anything else. Handmade, delicious.
 
 
Ten Thousand Paces is a shop not long ago set up in Springetts Arcade. It is full of stunning local artisans' work, and if you're after something completely unique, this is your spot to shop.
 
 
The Sydney Clock company are based in the Highlands where Matt makes these and other gorgeous clocks. His time pieces are also available in Ten Thousand Paces listed above.
 
 
Highlands Habitat is a range of divine goodies made by beautiful local lady Naomi. She has a gorgeous array of products including bath and body products and roll on fragrances available at Claytons Pharmacy, Bowral, or you can have custom made blends created for you including personalized labels. Heaven.
 
 


Monday, November 17, 2014

Monday Lovin'


So, I let out a little secret today.
I love Mondays.
This was met with some.... horror.

I know its cool to hate Mondays and it's the expected behaviour for one to puff and sigh that it's Monday AGAIN.

Lemme outline why I love Mondays and why you should get on board, buck the trend and think differently of poor old Monday, who is quite frankly, only doing his job, under difficult circumstances.

Firstly. Am I the only one whose children are tucked all safe and sound at SCHOOL?????????
School!
School! School!!!

Best invention ever.
After the epidural.

I'm sorry but when I drop my baby's off knowing they are in professional, loving hands and not in my ear shot. I love the shit outta them so hard.

Monday, tick.

(Pupil free Mondays are an exception to EVERYTHING I write in this blog piece.)

Secondly. You know that wonderful weekend you had, hanging out with friends? Going to bed too late? Eating all that lovely food? Drinking all that gorgeous wine?
Monday? Brand new start.

Yes Ma'am, its a fresh chance to do better.
New years day, every week.
Healthy eating, healthy living, early to bed, all that, lots of water.
Bam.
You're welcome.

Third. The relaxed Saturday/Sunday vibe is still fresh.
Breathe deep and you can still feel the delicious down-time you just had over the weekend.
Hold hand's with that feeling and don't let it go.
Don't say goodbye at the gate, take in on-board.
Pop it under the seat in front of you.

Fourth. You know how we're all saying how fast the week goes?
Yeah, well, that's cause it does. And pretty soon it's Friday again which has its very own sexy flavour.
Hold tight, it'll be here before you know it.
Four sleeps.

Fifth. School.
Seriously.
So beautiful.

So cheer up Charlie, start hating on Tuesday instead, cause that shit sucks.
***insert previous exception regarding pupil free Mondays.***

xxx




Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Will madam be having the carrots or the chemo?



So, I've learned several enlightening things today.

See how I said enlightening? Do you think I mean enlightening?
Or insulting?

Correct.

Here's what I've learnt today.

1. Kale will prevent cancer
2. "Yoga and a vegan diet cures pretty much anything". That is a direct quote.
3. Cancer is a multi billion dollar industry and there's NEVER going to be a cure because too many people are making too much money from it.
4. Stress causes cancer.

OK, suit up.

Number one. Find me one person, ONE person who has cured their cancer by eating Kale.
(I'm going to need proof, I'm just that kind of gal.)
It isn't an option.
If it was WE'D ALL BE DOING IT!
It's easy to administer and it doesn't make your eyelashes fall out. Win-win.

Conversation between an oncologist and a patient:

Onc: So these are your options Mrs West, we can remove your uterus, and hit you with 12 rounds of chemotherapy, ORRRRR you can eat Kale.

Mrs West: Oh I don't really like Kale doctor, lets go with option one.

NO.
DOESNT HAPPEN.

Ditto ginger/turmeric/garlic/green smoothies/overripe bananas/green tea/activated nuts/camel milk/soursop.

THEY ARE NOT SCIENTIFICALLY PROVEN TO DO ANYTHING EXCEPT ADD TO THE ANXIETY.
And create gas.

I hope to god it really is that simple, but for now, chemo, surgery, radiation and drugs are all we've got that has proven to beat cancer. Suggesting otherwise is false and insulting.

Yoga and a vegan diet?
Shut Up.
Just Shut Up.
Seriously where in the world are people curing cancer with cucumber, lime and deep breathing?
Where?
Show me where.
I WISH.
I REALLY DO.

Corporations may indeed be making billions out of cancer treatments, but as long as its all we've got that's scientifically proven to work, I'm going to go with that. Cause I am just one woman with one life and one body.
Had I been given the option of chemo or carrots, my heart would have said 'Go with the salad' but my head would have said, 'Let some other sucker try the coleslaw route, I'm going with the stats'.

I hope with all my heart that those stupid people don't ever have to decide between radiation or guava, but if they do, I'd have a guess they wouldn't choose the fruit.

There are people that do. I know there are. And good for them for having such strong faith in the healing powers of groceries. In many circumstances I agree with diet as a healer. But this is an exception for me. And I find it insulting when people who have no idea tell me perhaps a mango frappe might have saved me.

And as for number 4: Stress may very well cause cancer, SO SHUT THE STUPID PEOPLE UP PLEEEEEEASE!

Ommmmmmmmmm.

Sunday, November 9, 2014

My Last Surgery

So, tomorrow I'm due in for a little day surgery.
Those of you who know me will know that I have walked around for the last 19 months with an odd looking button on my chest. Its accompanied by an odd looking wire that leads up my neck.
This photo looks like Im showing my nipple but I'm not, its my port.
 
 This is my port in action. Its a little valve that was inserted into my chest and carried the chemo drugs from the I.V. into my heart.
It sounds bad. But its good.
I never had to have any poor stressed out nurses digging for my veins, which can be an incredibly traumatic thing when you're having chemo.
With my port I could just plug in and go.
I had to receive one of my drugs for over 12 months so it was a great recommendation to have the port put in just days after my mastectomy.
Its been with me through thick and thin.
Almost two years.
Bizarre.
It really signifies THE END for me.
Its funny the things that really mean something in the end.
The bloody thing even has its own ID card.

Anyhoo. Tomorrow it will be in the hospital incinerator.
Weird.
A tiny little day surgery and all visible signs (with clothes on) are gone.
Training wheels off.
For real.
Its over.

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Nanny Daph



So, I went to visit my Nanny today.

My Nanny Daph is not someone you would ever forget if you met her.

No kidding, people who have met her once 25 years ago, will still ask "How's Daphne?"

She is the kind of person who is on a constant safari. She hunts stuff down. People, places, facts, fun.
We used to play a game with her where we would try to think of a country she hadn't been to.

We never could.

She was born with adventure in her blood. But not aggressive adventure. Magic carpet type adventure. Along for the ride adventure. World travel was just a way of life for her.

She loves people.
And no one is safe from her.
Sit next to her on a bus and you will be completely interrogated on where you came from, who you are, where you're going and what you think.... And she listened. Really listened.

It's a wide eyed curiosity you just don't see much. It's rare and beautiful.

We didn't so much go for walks with nanny as children, we went for skips.
And as we used to skip along, if she saw something that took her eye, like, people in their own backyard, doing their own thing.... she liked to investigate.

Nowhere was out of bounds.

I remember her driving along one day, and she spotted a truck in traffic. She said "he looks like he knows where he's going, lets go and see...." And we followed that truck all over the place and finally into David Jones basement delivery dock. Embarrassed much?
Crying with laughter? Absolutely.

When we got older, and my cousin, my sister and I stayed at her place, she would take us driving around King's Cross to look at the "Ladies".

And the soundtrack. There was, still is, a constant soundtrack.

She knows all the words to all the songs from 1927-1967 (that's a guess)
She once told me modern music is:
"I want ya, I want ya, I want ya, I want ya. I got ya, I got ya, I got ya, I got ya."

This was accompanied by a disturbing thrusting dance.....

But you get the idea.
She noticed stuff and she was interested in everything.

There is no end to her knowledge, if she was on one of those game shows with a specialist subject, hers would be 'Everything'

So, I went to see her today.

She's in a home.

Actually she's in a dementia ward.

A locked dementia ward.

When I got there, Bing Crosby was  blasting while all the ladies sat in their comfy arm chairs with far away looks in their eyes. Some of them waved at me like they'd been wondering when I was coming. One lady told me Sandra would be here in a minute to tell her how the show was getting on without her.

Nanny looked up at me with watery eyes and said unremarkably, 'Hello, Love.... how's your mother? I've just been making some clothes for the boy's"

I hope with all of my heart that all of those ladies believed they were debutants, dressed in their silk gowns they and their sisters just finished stitching late last night, sitting in the town hall at a dance, waiting for hansom Jonny to ask them to dance. And that when they saw me, they thought I was the nice lady chaperone from the church.

The slow disappearance of a bold and highly decorated character is a deeply sad and heart-breaking thing. There is so much history and life and love and mystery all wrapped up in one fading package. It hurts my heart when she asks me for the 22nd time if I knitted the jumper I'm wearing.

She would have told me to hoppy-uppy and sung a song about a 'boy she once knew' if she suspected I was upset.

But apparently next week, she's take me on a ferry ride.

I just feel proud and lucky to be part of her rich, brilliant tapestry.

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Vietnamese Shaking Beef

We had a family lunch on the weekend and I made a dish I have done a few times before. It always gets rave reviews and even though I am vegetarian, I can just tell it's good.
Its easy, it smells amazing and it goes with wine. Three thumbs up. Give it a go for groups in a casual setting.
So here goes my recipe:

Ingredients

5 cloves of garlic
1/4 cup of fish sauce
2 tbs brown sugar
2 tbs vegetable oil
800g beef cut into thin strips (I use rump steak)
1/3 cup lemon juice
1tsp ground white pepper
1 tsp ground black pepper
1 tsp salt

Mix up the crushed garlic, fish sauce, sugar and 2 tsp oil in a large dish.
Add the beef strips and coat well. cover and pop into fridge for an hour.

Mix the lemon juice, both peppers and salt in a jug. Put aside.

Fry up the beef strips in batches in the remaining oil until just brown.

I serve the shaking beef on a platter piled with rice, and drizzle with lemon pepper dressing.

This goes really well with a crunchy salad using iceberg lettuce, radishes, cucumber, snow peas, capsicum and bean sprouts.

And wine.

Enjoy!

**I did not take this photo. I lifted it from Google. xx



Dear Self



Dear Self

So, I think we need to talk about what happened today.
Arsenic hour is never your strongest moment is it?
Its probably so-called because, lets face it, kids go feral and Mum's fall down.
You outdid yourself tonight, self.

So.... you didn't work today did you, self?
So, according to the organized-this and the homemaker-that, you probably shouldn't have been wondering what to cook for dinner at 6pm should you? You didn't have a nourishing slow-cooked meal ready to serve up did you? You didn't even shop today did you?

Shall we talk about the washing pile that's blocking out the sun, self?
We'll get to it....
Oh, yes we will.

So..... risotto was the one pot meal you decided on tonight, self.
You scribbled it in the back of your student diary in the supermarket the other day, whilst thoughtfully composing your weekly meal plan didn't you?

Probably at 6.15 tonight it would have been advantageous to have an onion in the house then wouldn't it?
Probably.
So that's OK, then you moved to plan B.
Risotto sans onion.

Up the garlic was the plan.

Burn the garlic was what happened.

But, self, you pushed on. You cooked that risotto despite the known fail rate of any dish containing burnt garlic.

To be fair, self, you did a remarkable job throwing this meal together whilst a very hangry Mr 5 badgered and berated you from the bathroom about how STAAAARVIIIIING he was.

Well played letting him eat a bowl of prunes when he finally got out of the bath.
You knew.
You smiled to yourself and you let it happen.

Questionable parenting moment, self.

So eventually the family sat down to eat together.

Good.

In front of 'Myth Busters'.
Not good, self.

You sat and watched Miss 8 swallow back tears whilst she read Charlottes Web closing chapters long after she should have been asleep and T,D&H tickle Mr 5 whilst he tried to do his reader. It was chaos, wasn't it self?

So now you've had time to reflect on this familiar array of stress inducing events, what say you, self?

I say: babies tucked up in warm beds, dirty dishes in sink, bodies and minds nourished, bowels apparently made of cast iron, warm fire, cold wine.

Winning.
Patting Self on the back for yet another day of Chaos as we know it.







Thursday, September 11, 2014

Going Home

So, as some of you know, I'm going home this weekend for two weeks.

I am very lucky to have grown up here
 
 
No kidding. That's Cairns, my home town.
 
I am so excited about the warmth, the beach, the seafood, the friends, the family and showing my kids so many wonderful places where I have the best memories of growing up.
 
But I am also a little apprehensive.
 
I haven't been home for three years.
The last time I was in Cairns, we were living there, looking after my mum.
 
This time she wont be there.
For the first time.
I have flown home to Cairns dozens of times, and she was always there.
Waiting at arrivals.
 
I don't really know what to expect. Maybe nothing, but maybe lots of memories and reminders.
 
It's ok. It's going to be an amazing holiday, we've been working up to it for so long.
I cant wait to hug my Nan.
And have a cocktail with my friends, and take my kids and husband to beautiful places they haven't been before. And catch up with my family after so long.
 
But there's a little uncertainty just sitting there.
 
It'll probably be just the same as always.
Beautiful, relaxed, friendly, hot.
 
Maybe it's me who's different this time.
xxx
 
 



Wednesday, September 10, 2014

7 different ways to hold a friends hand....


People often contact me when they have a friend, colleague or family member who falls ill or is diagnosed with cancer.

They often ask me what I think they should do.

It's human nature to DO something isn't it?
And it's certainly in our nature to do the RIGHT thing.

Except, mostly when the big moment comes.... it's really hard to think what the right thing to do is. You want to help. You want to be supportive, you want to let the person know you're thinking of them. And lets face it, you want to make the whole thing go away.

Here are some of the most thoughtful things that people did for me when I was having chemo and just after I had surgery when I was really fragile.

1. Send a letter. Or a post card. There is something quite unmatched in the joy of getting a personal note in the mail. This is also really useful if you're not sure what to say in person. I received beautiful little handwritten cards from time to time and I kept them. It might not seem like much but it's so appreciated, trust me.

2. Cook something. This is one of the first things people think of. GO WITH IT! We all need nourishing and no matter how great a cook the person is, when you're poorly, you don't want to cook. I was the very grateful recipient of a gorgeous cooking circle which a dear friend of mine organized. Every day for three weeks a mystery parcel arrived on my front veranda containing dinner and dessert. It makes my heart ache now just thinking of the richness of this gift. You don't have to do anything big scale like that, but if you can drop off a batch of cookies or a pot of soup... it's love, and it's practical. Tick, tick.

3. The gift of time is priceless. Go sit with them if you can. Be brave, I know it's hard and it's easy to say "I'll just give them space". But if everyone gives you a lot of space all at the same time, it can feel a little lonely.

4. If they have kids and you are equipped to do so, take them and do something nice with them. One of the things that really ate away at me when I was curled up on the couch under a blanket with a bucket, is how my poor kids weren't getting the fun stuff I try to do with them. Watching them watch another movie broke my heart. When they had fun outings and got a little bit spoilt I felt so unburdened.

5. Clean! Now, you need to be careful with this on because it can be misinterpreted. Some people like, me, don't mind. Bestie came in each time I went for chemo and freshened up my bathroom, floors and kitchen. I came home to clean sheets and it was the BEST. You really need to seek permission for this one. You don't want to suggest that they're not coping. I have also heard of work colleagues giving vouchers for a cleaning service, then the person can organize it themselves.

6. Flowers, chocolates, mixed tapes. Good old fashioned, personal ways to remind the person that you're there holding their hand.

7. Celebrate the milestones. The person may not be up to having a big rocking party, but after chemo hot chocolates, cake, video night, foot massage. Again just a gentle hand holding exercise that will go a long way to supporting your friend.

Anyway, just a few ideas to pass on. I know its hard to think of ways to show someone you're thinking of them. I struggle too, but I have learned a lot from all the love I received in so many different ways.

Got any other ideas? I'd love to hear your experiences. xxx

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Happy 70th Ma

It's my Mum's birthday today.
Or it would have been.
She would have been 70 today, which is completely ridiculous.
She always seemed like 44 going on 22 to me.
 
 
So, if you've read my blog before you'll have read about my Mum, how she was the life of the party, hard working, champagne loving, family devoted, an incredible mother to me and my sister.
 
You'll also know that she was taken by cancer three years ago.
 
Sometimes it seems like yesterday and sometimes its hard to even remember. And that's pretty awful.
 
The only way to keep people alive is to talk about them and I don't feel like I talk about her enough.
Life moves on and I hate that.
She just isn't here any more, no matter how you dress it up.
 
If you've lost your Mum, you'll know that it bites.
It bites right into your heart.
Hard.
You can actually feel it.
Almost as much as you can feel the space she's left.
 
 
 

So, anyway, I really miss her on days like this.
I wish she was here for my kids to spoil and to have too much Champagne with.
Hug your Mum tight if you're lucky enough to be able to.
'Cause when she's gone, it bites.
 

 
Happy Birthday Ma, always in our hearts. Xxxx





Thursday, August 28, 2014

To conform or not to conform....




The word conformity has a bad connotation.

I think it harks back to the 60's when people were encouraged to rebel against righty politics, and Pink Floyd gave conformity a pretty bad wrap in The Wall when they likened going to school to brainwashing.

It became almost the same thing as servant. Or mindless minion.

But I'm not so sure.

The other day I had a fascinating conversation with a woman I admire greatly. I think its fair to describe her as a free-thinking liberal-minded lefty.

She takes no nonsense and is generally pretty rad.

I like to think I could be a bit like her when I grow up.

So the other day we fell into a conversation about school uniforms.
She had home schooled her kids through primary and then they went to a conventional public high school.

Turns out that she decided that her kids culture was not to wear school uniforms and so she sent them to school in home made knits with a note saying as much.

Suddenly, I felt very.... straighty 180.

I sort of...... like school uniforms.
And I sort of...... dislike unnecessary disharmony.
I wasn't there at the time so I can only assume that the kids were on board with this act of rebellion and so no harm was done to anyone.

So, there I am questioning if I am doing my kids harm by dressing them in their correct school uniform each morning all neat and tidy and telling they look very smart.

Oh. My. God!!
I've been brainwashed!!
We're working for the system!!
I'm squashing their creativity!!!
BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I tried these ideas on.
But they didn't fit.

Call me crazy but I kind of think that kids need to learn how to conform.

We live in a conformist society.
We are individualistic in Australia and encouraged to think for ourselves but that's not the opposite to conforming is it?
I feel like we do both.

Don't we all conform when we drive on the left hand side of the road?
When we pay for groceries instead of just taking them?
When we go through security to board planes?
When we vote?
Pay taxes?
Wear clothes?

I like my kids to understand when and where stuff is appropriate.
Miss 8 spent the first few years of her life dressed in a swimsuit, gumboots, sunnies and a wooly hat.
No rules were broken, nobody got hurt and she felt terrific.

But now she's at a school that has a uniform, she wears that.
I don't know if she feels terrific per say but it isn't crushing her spirit either.
I kind of want them to learn what something IS so they can then decide what it isn't.
Conforming at this age is just an education.

I'd be doing my kids an injustice to say that the clothes they wear are shaping their minds and spirits.
Or that wearing a uniform is curbing their creativity.

What they are learning is how the world works.
I encourage them to think critically when issues are debatable (well it is my job to guide and teach them at this age) but I also want them to be respectful.
I put it out there, that at this young age, it is appropriate that they learn how to conform.

Thinking conformists....

Pushing boundaries and thinking outside the square are concepts to be absolutely encouraged in this wonderful free life we live. But not when you're five.

If listening when someone else is speaking, following rules and using manners is conforming, then sign me up.
And my kids.

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

The subjectivity of creativity

A guest post by the fabulous Miss Fox.....
 

I’ve been watching ABC-TV’s Life at 9 series, the latest instalment in a project
that has been documenting a group of Australian children since birth. Since
they are about the same vintage as my No 1 son, it has the added fascination of
comparison with my brood.

And it’s very Scientific, as it has guest spots by Researchers from the
Longitudinal Study of Australian Children, as well as a LifeLab where the
Children do Interesting Things for the Researchers to look at.
It’s an engaging program with some real personality kids in it, and I can’t do it
justice here. But it has me thinking...

A recent episode was about Creativity.
I asked my husband: “Do you think the kids are creative?”
He looked at me with that endearing quizzical look they get when not sure what
answer to provide. “Yes?”
“Maybe we need to provide more opportunities for them to be creative...”
“As long as it’s not fiddling with the remote or my phone settings, they can be as
creative as they like.”
Which wasn’t really on point and showed a distinct lack of creativity. I started to
fear for the children....

Like most other kids, they draw, play music, cook, dance and make up games
more complex than Minecraft. They build blanket cubbies, set up ‘shops’ and
execute gymnastic moves on the trampoline.
This is what it used to be meant to
be creative.
We’d say they had good imaginations.

According to this show, that’s being artistic, imaginative, but not necessarily
creative... the Researchers said that being creative is about being able to solve
problems and come up with new ideas – a different way of doing things. It’s
a thinking skill. It was explained that the adults of the future need to be able
to think flexibly and work with less structure and boundaries than we have
been accustomed to. I think that was why they had them in the LifeLab making
skyscrapers out of marshmallows and wooden sticks...(????)

Kids today, the program explained, have possibly less opportunities to develop
the ability to think creatively, as so much of their time is scheduled in activities
where they are told what to do and how to do it. This includes what I thought
were creative activities of the type kids do after school and Saturdays.
They also have decisions made for them by ever vigilant parents, so they never
have to come up with a solution to problems.

Now, you don’t need to convince me of yet another benefit of down time, and free
play time for kids.

But is this another box I need to tick to ensure my kids become well-rounded?
How many problems can a kid in a loving home have that need solving??? Unless
they are going to figure out how to pay this winter’s electricity bill or clean the
gutters, I can’t think of many problems we can throw their way either...all in the
name of creativity development.

I would definitely agree that learning how to solve problems through new ways
of doing things is a life skill we all need.
Looking at things from a different angle, and having a positive, can-do approach
to problems, is something I definitely want my kids to develop.
Well, I refuse to feel guilty that my kids don’t have enough opportunity to think
of new solutions to problems.

So I did some assessment, and I’m happy to report that my kids are well on their
way to being Creative:

When I find uneaten lunchbox sandwiches stuffed in a bedroom drawer, I will
see it as a new and novel solution to the awkward problem of having to fess up
that they didn’t eat their lunch.

When I spy one son offering to pay the other one a dollar to take out the
compost, I will see it as a clever solution to the problem of lack of time and
inclination to do household chores.

When I hear my daughter tell her father in her best “Daddy loves me” voice that
yes, of course Mum said she could watch TV, I will see it as a brilliant solution to
the difficult problem of being caught indulging in illegal screen time.

Hell, my kids are creative! What was I worried about?!

Problem solved.

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Food as therapy

I know they say food is the most widely abused drug, but I figure theyre talking about hungry jacks right?

This rainy weather plus uni break plus really tired equals bored and feeling lowly.

So today I thought NO!
Do something that will lift your spirits girl....

Cook! I thought.
I hate cooking. The kind that requires something to be on the plate at 6pm every night. and NOURISH, DAMN IT, NOURISH!!!!!!

It drains the life out of me.

So heres what I did.
I decamped to Besties for coffee.
With this:

My inspiration when I got none.

And I hit my hunt and gather place. Harris Farm

I got inspired to cook Raspberry Mousse, Rustic Porcini Mushroom Soup, and Moroccan Chick Peas with Preserved Lemon.
Serious.

The mousse.... I gotta say, it was expensive, it cost me about an hour and these two

Stiff white peaks WTF!!!??? Theres no such thing people, its a myth......
Ask my two hand beaters.... but they wont answer... they're dead.
Like, smoke and zzz zzz zzz ZAP.

But the kids ate them mousse.
So..... that's what counts isn't it?

Yes that is a finger print.... not my finger.

So Stephanie Alexandra has this amazing recipe for chick peas. I hate cutting onions. But if Stephanie Alexandra says cut four large onions, you cut them.
But T,D&H taught me this trick
Swimming goggles.
Don't tell him, but it works a treat.
Stylin' huh?

My kitchen was my Happy place today.
I just cooked for the joy of it.
No pressure, not time constraints, nobody around.
So grey skies or not, I have a plan for blue days when they appear.
and PS




Cheers friends!
xxxx

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

A year of living anxiously... well five years actually.

So, I have been wanting to write this blog for a while.

But I have felt like it might be a bit personal, a bit exposing.

Not for you, for me.

But I have been encouraged to just do it.
So, here goes.

When I had my son, like most mother's of new-borns, I didn't get much sleep. He didn't like to be put down.
Ever.
He went absolutely bananas whenever I put him on the bed where he could still see me, just to get changed.

Showering was a task I learned to get done in 25 seconds to the soundtrack of blood curdling screaming and I also perfected going to the toilet whilst holding my baby.

I co-slept with my babies just because it made breast feeding easier
But when it got to the 10 month mark with my boy and he couldn't sleep without being latched on to my boob, I was completely undone with exhaustion. I would lay awake in the most contorted positions keeping completely statue still so as not to rouse the angry beast who was using me as a human dummy.

Then someone told me about a secret that isn't widely known, called a sleep clinic.
So I went to the GP, told her I was going out of my mind and wanted a referral.
She had never heard of it.
I told her to look it up.
She googled it.
Nothing.
I shoved her aside and googled it for her.

Long story short, I got a 4 night booking for myself and the rest of the family.
They encourage everyone to get involved, its a bit like family re-hab.
It was awesome.

The incredible nurses helped me to teach my little man how to sleep on his own in his cot without being latched on to me.

And on night three, I SLEPT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
For the first time in almost a year.
Like a dead lady.

Whilst I was there, I got to see a psychologist.
They do this test for you, I guess there's a petty high percentage of new Mum's with anxiety and post natal depression.
She asked me "are you anxious?"
I said, No.
I didn't pace around biting my nails and smoking cigarettes.
So I said, No.

I did the test, and she said "You're in the most upper range of Anxiety"
I said "You what now?"

She explained to me exactly what anxiety was.
I cried.

Absolute Joy.
I have rarely felt such incredible, sweet relief in my life.
I felt like hugging everyone and telling them my good news.

Seriously, the state I was in had a name.
And from that moment I felt better.

So, over the last few years my family and I, like all family's, have had a bunch of up's and down's.
Rob and I moved with two very young children from London to country NSW.
It took almost a year for Rob to find a job.
My mum got horribly sick from cancer and we moved to North Queensland be near her and look after her with my sister.
Mum died.
We moved back to country NSW.
We bought a house.
I got cancer.
I had surgery.
I had chemo.

Its fair to say that my anxiety was a constant companion over these past 5 years.
I have been on and off anxiety medication. I am not ashamed to say so, it helped me a hell of a lot.

We all have anxiety.
Its a psychological response that helps us to behave appropriately. Not walk into traffic, supervise kids in the pool, not swim with sharks, perform well in exams that kind of thing.

But it can get out of hand and swallow you up.
Or rather, choke you up.
I can only say how it feels for me.
Its an overwhelming feeling of everything I haven't done, need to do, am not doing right or am utterly neglecting or failing at.
There aren't enough hours in the day to get it all done but I'm powerless to know where to start.
I get snappy and snakey and I drop my bundle when its safe to do so.
My mind goes at a million miles an hour and all of this is buried inside.

The best thing is, over the years I have learned to identify it, label it and cope with it.
"I'm sorry, I'm feeling anxious" is a sentence I use a lot.
There is always a reason for it.
Exams, scans, over-commitment.
I don't catastrophize or think anything wildly unrealistic is going to happen, I just feel like I am flying downhill with the hand-break off.

To try to curb it, I have to commit to less stuff, learn to say no, lighten the schedule, get out in the fresh air, breathe deeply and look at my family for strength. One thing at a time.
Slow. Down.
But it's not always as easy as it sounds.

Any hoo, I'm an over sharer from way back. I tend to think that sharing your unseen battles sometimes might just normalize it for someone else. That's why I talk freely about my experience with cancer. Because if it makes one other person feel less alone, its valuable. Ditto anxiety.
Its nothing to be ashamed of. It just is.








Friday, August 8, 2014

Hard to believe

So I just thought I'd throw together a concise compendium of things that have had me baffled this week.
 
I found myself shaking my head and wondering what it's all about a few times.......
So here they are, items that are (almost) beyond words.
 
 
Number one: the plug-in electric egg cooker.


Sweet Jesus, what is the world coming to when you need to buy a gadget to cook a frigging egg?
Two words: Land .Fill.
 
 
 
Number two: This fashion designer's incredibly bad idea to base his glamorous photo shoot on the horrific gang rape of a young woman on a bus in India.
Wow, really, really, really poor judgement, mate.

 
 
Number three: Frog pops
These are icy poles made of vegetables.
I have no words, except, this has gone too far....
And also, how dumb are your kids that they're going to lick cooked, mushed and frozen broccoli and not notice?
 

 
 
Number four: A reassuring KIDS book about how awesome and normal it is to "open carry" your guns.
This time I really have no words, just this:
WTAF???

 
Number five:
You're welcome :-)