There is nothing like getting away from "life" to rejuvernate ourselves. By life, I mean the kids, the husband, the house, the work, the routine, the cleaning, the 10 million the things we do every day as mothers.
Sometimes it's difficult to get away, however, even if you can take time out just for a few hours you will often find by setting yourself free, that you will find your missing pieces.
My special friend was visiting on the weekend and we organised to go out for lunch. We chose a fabulous funky spot on the waters edge, we felt like we were on holidays. It felt so wonderful to be in her company and have the quality time without any interuptions. We were there as long life friends with our special bond.
We chatted and chatted and chatted about what's happening in our lives and how we were feeling. By the end of our two hour lunch, it felt as though we had been on a weekend away and attended a counselling session! It was theraputic, energising and priceless.
My special friend has a unique qualities. She knows how to listen, how to give advice without a lecture or knowing it all, how to be honest with me about my life and about hers. I am so grateful for her in my life.
When I returned home many hours later, I came home a new person. After a huge week of running around with life, I was relaxed and ready to take on witching hour. The husband had the house under control and the kids were happily playing with each other.
The time out was all I needed to refocus and keep on track.........
Monday, August 31, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Sistahood
With the launch of our new website www.miraclebeginnings.com.au, I have been overwhelmed with the beautiful response, impact and praise.
The emails, the hugs, the text messages......all so special.
When creating the website, I wrote from my heart. The mission was to be honest and real which would then allow others to do the same. From the emails, I have received, I know the mission has been completed.
Just this week, I was dropping Kye off to kindy and one of his teachers came running out the classroom to congratulate me. She has always been very special to our family as she also looked after Hanna for her first three years of kindy/schooling. She told me how much this website is needed for women and the community of "Sistahood". The special teacher told me how much she loved the "Spirit" section and how this information is needed for woman, especially mothers. We ended with a huge hug and a smile that connected the Sistahood.
If you look at the website, its truly what its all about. Women looking after women. Why do we have to be in competition with other women or compare ourselves with the result always feeling undeserving.
Let's support each other. Let's listen to each other. We are all missing the connection when we babble on about ourselves or gossip. The missing connection, if noticed, could change a woman's life. Just by being genuinely interested in what she has to say about herself.
Take time to nurture the Sistahood - as in turn it will nurture you.
The emails, the hugs, the text messages......all so special.
When creating the website, I wrote from my heart. The mission was to be honest and real which would then allow others to do the same. From the emails, I have received, I know the mission has been completed.
Just this week, I was dropping Kye off to kindy and one of his teachers came running out the classroom to congratulate me. She has always been very special to our family as she also looked after Hanna for her first three years of kindy/schooling. She told me how much this website is needed for women and the community of "Sistahood". The special teacher told me how much she loved the "Spirit" section and how this information is needed for woman, especially mothers. We ended with a huge hug and a smile that connected the Sistahood.
If you look at the website, its truly what its all about. Women looking after women. Why do we have to be in competition with other women or compare ourselves with the result always feeling undeserving.
Let's support each other. Let's listen to each other. We are all missing the connection when we babble on about ourselves or gossip. The missing connection, if noticed, could change a woman's life. Just by being genuinely interested in what she has to say about herself.
Take time to nurture the Sistahood - as in turn it will nurture you.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Upon Reflection Four Years Later
We just celebrated the fourth birthday of Kye. He had an absolute ball on his birthday with celebrations spanning over 4 days. Including a fun filled afternoon at Funz Play City with 14 of his friends in the dinosaur party room.
After we had arrived home and all the presents were opened. The kids went to bed filled with sugar, happiness and tiredness.
Scott and I opened a bottle of red wine and celebrate how far Kye had come in the past four years. We also reflected on the night he was born and the shock of the aftermath. I became teary as I remembered how frustrated I was the day after Kye was born. When he was crying and agitated just 24 hours old. The midwife called my room to ask for me to come down to comfort him. I cried as I hung up the phone as I was bed ridden with a spinal headache and unable to move. Scott raced down to the Special Care ward to take control and hold our child. I was left helpless and frustrated in my room. This was only the beginning of the disappointments we experienced in our journey with Kye's recovery from his premature birth.
It was so hard at that point to be grateful for any moment. However, as I look back now, gratitude would have helped more than I could have imagined. Gratitude pulls you through.
On reflection of Kye's birth, we shared our sad moments and then turned the conversation into what we were grateful for today. We are extremely grateful for the beautiful development of Kye, mentally, physically and emotionally. He is growing into a happy, less frustrated little boy who prefers to wear a princess dress with high heels at the moment and watch Wizard of Oz at any spare chance!
After we had arrived home and all the presents were opened. The kids went to bed filled with sugar, happiness and tiredness.
Scott and I opened a bottle of red wine and celebrate how far Kye had come in the past four years. We also reflected on the night he was born and the shock of the aftermath. I became teary as I remembered how frustrated I was the day after Kye was born. When he was crying and agitated just 24 hours old. The midwife called my room to ask for me to come down to comfort him. I cried as I hung up the phone as I was bed ridden with a spinal headache and unable to move. Scott raced down to the Special Care ward to take control and hold our child. I was left helpless and frustrated in my room. This was only the beginning of the disappointments we experienced in our journey with Kye's recovery from his premature birth.
It was so hard at that point to be grateful for any moment. However, as I look back now, gratitude would have helped more than I could have imagined. Gratitude pulls you through.
On reflection of Kye's birth, we shared our sad moments and then turned the conversation into what we were grateful for today. We are extremely grateful for the beautiful development of Kye, mentally, physically and emotionally. He is growing into a happy, less frustrated little boy who prefers to wear a princess dress with high heels at the moment and watch Wizard of Oz at any spare chance!
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