Proof of Life

The little family is house sitting on a hill, at the moment. It has been delightful!

I have made a new best friend:

And then there is this face, who can say no?

There’s another kitty, too. He’s beautiful and strong – proud, too:

And enough natural light, that I find myself wanting to eat it with a spoon:

We’re loving our time on this side of the river… despite never having lived on this side (and yeah, in Brisbane, you pick your side of the river – rarely do people move back and forth across them!), we’re kinda liking it.

Here’s to more adventures tomorrow!

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Day 10: A childhood memory

My life is divided into two very clear and distinct parts: life before the boy and life after the boy.

And I suppose I consider myself a child in so many ways, still. I live an extended adolescence, to put it mildly. My son doesn’t refer to me as a grown-up… I’m mum. And his mum is not grown up (as he has declared at multiple points). Being 29 and childish… well… it’s not the path most travelled.

When I read today’s topic, I knew immediately what I wanted to photograph… my son’s teeth.

 

I am my son’s memory keeper, now. He’s forgotten things that happened when he was really small… and that is in my brain in the myriad of photo albums. As the morbid one of his father and I, I frequently wonder what would happen if I left this world without him understanding the memories and the reasons that we did things. Every year on his birthday, I share the stories of his birth. He laughs about the fact that he was born during the Simpsons!

The teeth… the teeth are part of his childhood and another symbol of letting go. And remembering. And childhood. And belief.

My childhood memory: When I was 18 and was a tooth fairy. The face painting kind. With pink hair. The end.

28 things I learned at 28

Tomorrow, I wake up 29. I don’t care about this number.
29 sounds glamorous, mysterious and magic.
In 2009, I did my 27 lessons I learned at 27.
They are still totally appropriate, but here are 28 more.
  1. That when you think your life is big, it gets bigger
  2. When you think you can love no more, that life finds a way to make your heart bigger
  3. Blending in is the devil
  4. There is no such thing as normal
  5. Letting go is hard
  6. Nothing happens without effort
  7. Wishing is giving control of your path to someone else
  8. Dust breeds dust bunnies
  9. Sometimes, the cat chooses you
  10. What has gone before, isn’t always the predictor for what comes next
  11. When things are hard, laugh. Enjoy the challenge.
  12. Running is a really, really, really good way for me to channel my anger
  13. I like exercise
  14. Roller Derby is a sport, not just spectacle
  15. Opting out is sometimes the opposite
  16. Courage comes in all shapes and sizes

  17. That being interested in everything is not a sign of failure
  18. I have a place in my family
  19. Friendships are not static
  20. People are not static
  21. There is a point in parenting where you see the future clearly (and it makes you teary to see it)
  22. Love does not come in one size
  23. Relationships are based on trust and communication
  24. Semantics are mildly important at times, deathly important at others andĀ irrelevantĀ at other times
  25. Time is precious
  26. Joy comes from within
  27. My favourite colour is not pink
  28. I am who I am, and I am truly okay with that.
Not as profound as last year, but some of these are very new. Embracing me, in all my crazy guises.

Holding On

It seems with the arrival of school holidays, somehow, incredibly, he has grown.

He is more than he was last week.

More bold, more brave, more silly, more tall, more talkative, more shy.

More.

And I find myself almost desperate to hold onto his littleness.

{stop, little one, please stop}

Holding on and squeezing, almost suffocating him. {Is this what my parent’s felt?}

And letting go. Again and again.

To wherever life takes him.

{We’ll always find a way, little one, always}

24/7 – My week in the static image

It felt like I was hardly at home, this week. Yet, there are hardly any photos! Our weekend consisted of parent/teacher interviews, derby and relaxing. Chillaxing, even. I have ideas taking shape and form on the horizon, which I will share really, really, really soon. For the moment, see what I got up to!

 

On the wall of a friend’s studio

This man is making big changes to his life and those who are around him could not be more proud of his achievements, or happier for him. It is truly a delight to see someone take the reins of their existence as he is doing. Oddly, I bumped into him twice this week and managed to squeeze in a chai latte with him. West End is an awesome place.

I went running…. On the treadmill. I can get up to 10.5km an hour and sustain it for about 3 minutes. I am working on being able to run/move 2km in 15 minutes. I’m currently on about 17 minutes. Suzie Dominzn and I are going to run the Bridge to Brisbane in August. Yes, I am putting it out there for the two of us! I think she would want me to make clear that we will do the 5km run!

 

My derby league had its second bout – Furies vs Vandals. I went for the Furies, they, uh, did not win. I reckon their second bout will see them come back to form! The after party is held at this quaint gem (ha, ha!) of a hotel… they cater for funerals too!

What is not pictured: Lunch on Friday with a fellow photographer, Janine Coveney and her gorgeous 2 year old (my new BFF). If you click here you can see photos from the day. With ME in them. Such a novelty!

It was pointed out to me quite recently that I have the most incredibly talented friends. From photographers, actors and musicians to doctors, accountants and entrepreneurs. I am truly, truly, truly fortunate to be surrounded by the people I am and incredibly blessed to have found such a supportive group in which I feel I belong. There is no one in my life that I do not appreciate or feel that their contribution is less than any other person’s. And that is an incredible gift to have in life. Thank-you, friends.

 

24/7 -> A week in pictures

“If you observe a really happy man you will find him building a boat, writing a symphony, educating his son, growing double dahlias in his garden or looking for dinosaur eggs in the Gobi desert. He will not be searching for happiness as if it were a collar button that has rolled under the radiator. He will not be striving for it as a goal in itself. He will have become aware that he is happy in the course of living life twenty-four crowded hours of the day.” -W. Beran Wolfe

Last week I picked my son up from school and we ordered ice cream cones. His leaked, so I gave him the end of mine. I present Franken cone:

 

 

We took the dog:

I spent $3 (change from ice creams!) on my son. He had to catch a crab – normally he’s a wee bit concerned about his fingers. The moolah assisted in breaking through the fear:

 

I played pirates with my number one fan: Big Bird. He chirps when I wake up, not anyone else. He only lets me take him out of his large cage. He also whispers secrets when we play pirates:

I cut big boy’s hair. Nerve wracking! It grows back in seconds, though. He has a forgiving scalp:

 

I went to my first football match, courtesy of Auskick and my son. We had awesome seats 4 rows from the front, beside the goal posts. Every few minutes the children would try and catch a goal:

 

We went to a Christening. The spouse wore sunglasses, again. We came home and I cut his hair again (not pictured!):

In between I went skating, teaching, drama lesson-ing, sewing, helped out at school and everything else I do in an average week.

In other words, I am happy.