Tuesday, 2 April 2013

A terrible thing.


I guess a few words need to be said about a terrible thing I saw the other day. It was a car accident where two men were trapped and one lady got out ok. The car was upside down. I saw a lot of blood and people that were very scared. I looked after the lady, her name was Jonti, we had different gods but it didn’t matter. I held her for a long time and told her it would be ok. I promised her because I had seen the guys were breathing and sort of awake. I used my strength as a mummy, I used my strength as a fellow woman, I used my strength as a human who somehow knew how to hold her while the scene unfolded in front of us. Her husband and friend were trapped, the people cut the car apart to get them out. We prayed. She heard me. She screamed, I whispered. God turned up, or perhaps was always there inside us all, providing more proof to me that there is so much drive within each human to survive no matter what we all believe. This woman needed me for that hour and a half it took to get the men out of the wreck. I needed her. I took a beeline for her because there only seemed to be men turning up at the scene. I was in such awe of the paramedics and rescuers. I was so proud of my calm man, keeping everyone talking, checking and cross checking, and remembering all the little details at the end like picking up their bags and things from the wreck. There was so much blood.

Women, at times of extreme stress, need women. Think childbirth, think of the intensity of grief.  She was in such fear. I thought of her mother, I thought of the babies she will have one day. I thanked God her beautiful face hadn’t received any marks when the men had so much blood and cuts. They got them out alive. It was my Easter miracle. Rolling away a stone from a tomb? Survival! Life instead of death!

Did we really have different gods? Or is god inside us all? as the human spirit? as love? Because at the end of each day what matters? It’s the love we have for each other that matters the most. It’s the love in the instant decision I took to love a human being in pain. It’s the love in the everyday where I’m now able to look at my loved one’s face. I work a whole lot now because my kids dad won’t or can’t pay child support money. I work and I finish my degree so hopefully one day I can write for a living. What I really want is this: My babies safe, my beautiful man in my arms and love all around. I have a huge love to give and I’m so grateful that those people who I will never see again will live on. 

Today’s revelation: Love is best. As if that’s a revelation! We all already know this, it’s just a moment to reflect on why.

Sunday, 20 January 2013

A sore throat and Interruptions in life.

Well this one is for Beck really, who asked for a post. I'd really kind of forgotten about this blog thing. It's summer holidays. The holiday's are fun but completely exhausting especially seeing as these kids are constant in their requirements. I'm supposed to be job hunting again. That sounds entertaining. I wonder what will be next for 2013? So far it's fantastic. A person who has loved me his whole life is back and we are in discovery mode. I've been considering sharing things I never tell anyone and I'm revelling in his love. It's fantastic, simple and makes perfect sense. I'm smiling so hard that my cheeks hurt. I'm very hopeful that there isn't a catch. I'm out of my league in attractiveness since he is the most beautiful person I've ever seen. My kids absolutely adore him which is great. I've broken my resolution to not date out of the 25km radius of my home.. I've smashed that resolution out of the ball park. I'm trying very hard to feel brave until he gets here, but I'm confident that I'll still be his when my crazy cat lady years potentially begin.
I have a very sore throat. My sore throat is making me not want to do all the things I should be doing. It's interrupting my productivity. The interruptions are my biggest issues today. This interruption to my children's steady lives (they want it, they've told me, they love the smile on my face) The interruption of my singular existence where I look after me and the kids and no-one needs anything else. It's bizarre, this feeling of completion though, I'm happiest when cooking him a meal or making him coffee. I'm the happiest of happy people, even through a mega sore throat and all the interruptions. I guess after 5 years I'm finally willing to accept interruptions. Only the interruptions from this boy that I loved who has grown up into the man I still love. I've always loved him. It's an easy equation.
Now I just need a new job and to start Uni again. All while I wait until I see him again. I went on the most perfect first date. The very beginning of my walls crumbling. I keep thinking the word "Stay" and that's the most delightful word I can think of for this situation. Just not in regards to the stupid sore throat.
Today's revelation: When the family receives a big bucket of M&M's next time I should just let them scoff them because I wasted time every night counting out 30 each. They were yummy though, thanks Beck xx

Monday, 10 September 2012

Love


The other day I saw something that one day I want. I saw a very very old man help his very very old wife up the steep stairs into the cafe. They were so old they looked like a wizard and his witch. They had a lovely look at all the art and chatted about the things they saw. Then they stood in front of me and said next time they would come for a coffee. As the lady talked, the man very gently moved her hair from going over her eye and forehead. He helped her back out of the cafe. They left smiling. She told me she has a sore hip and it hurts to move. She told me this not as a moan but as a fact, smiling her love at her man. This was truly wonderful. 
I am missing out and hope to have that one day. 
11 years ago today, my heart was shocked at some burning buildings and planes crashing. My baby slept inside me, safe. warm. I turned the television off to shut the images from my little girl's mind. She says she can't remember it anyway. The dust coated the running people. I sat helpless, hugely pregnant on a foreign couch in a distant land from my home. Where I was trying to blend, where I was struggling with a language that was not my own. I was frightened. I was too pregnant to fly.
This morning, that baby said the world will have many crying people today, she meant a lot of people will stop for a moment to reflect once they see the date. Right now my love for her surpasses everything. She entered a changing world and made my world better. I love all three of them like breathing, every single part of their beings. It's impossible to describe except to say I want them safe. I want them safe. I want them safe. This love is the biggest most important thing I give them.
Todays revelation: Friendships matter more than wardrobe crisis' and more than tidy sinks. I will continue to give.

Tuesday, 21 August 2012

The way people order coffee...



I know that it's incredibly wrong to start judging people by the way they order their coffee but can I please sneakily judge the guy who has a triple shot take away cap with five sugars? I tend to be a bit concerned about the function of his heart. 
As for my own heart monitoring… I've signed up for another fun run, this one across the harbour bridge with thousands of other crazy morning runners. I'll be monitoring my heart as I run. My training runs have been sporadic at best while getting my family through the latest sickness and working at HANG, the gorgeous Cafe/Art Gallery where I seem to be spending a little bit of time!
Men men men.. they are confusing me. An ex boyfriend calls to ask a parenting question, another calls and talks and talks while I sit silently, with nothing much to say and a ponderous heart. The conversation felt so bizarre that he asked a few times if I was still there. I wasn't really sure whether I was. Then a guy in uniform (and we all know how much we all love those!) comes into work and orders hot chocolate. I give him a marshmallow. The women customers fall silent and I have a quiet giggle to myself and wonder if these boys ever grow up? And for that matter, will I?
I worry in advance of my daughters single years and probable heartaches. How on earth do parents not annihilate the people who hurt their kids hearts? I would like to stop time for a little longer so they grow up slower, stay innocent longer, keep coming into my arms for snuggles. My lovely little girls.
Today's revelation: Someone wants to take me out for dinner. My 10 year old says I blush when he calls. How embarrassing… but I like him.

Wednesday, 20 June 2012

A neenish tart for a broken heart.

A neenish tart and I found each other on Tuesday morning after I'd spent yet another night of my life crying over a man. When I saw it, it was love at first sight. It was pink and chocolatey but stuck in my throat and made me feel like vomiting. I would like to make a very public point here about honesty. Sometimes its better to shield someone from the whole truth. It is NOT nice to tell someone you want to break up a relationship (of any description) and ADD that you have a better offer for this Saturday night. I don't want to know about how easy it is for him to move on. I didn't think I needed to know he's got a date for this very Saturday. Jeez. Surely there can be a break up etiquette invented where it's just a wound not a wound with salt thrown in on top.
All the neenish tarts in the world are not going to solve this one. I'm just going to keep on running. Worse things have certainly happened to me.
Today's revelation: "SO what, I'm still a rock star, I've got my rock moves, and I don't need you, and guess what, I'm having more fun, and now that we're done, I'm going to show you, Tonight I'm alright, I'm just fine, and you're a tool. So, SO WHAT!" Pink

Friday, 8 June 2012

The truth is more powerful than fiction

I'm supposed to be updating my resume, so naturally I'm procrastinating as much as humanly possible. University has finished for a while and I feel relieved.
I've got just a little bit to say today about how strangely life can do back flips and keeps me on my toes. The major life lesson I've learned in the last few weeks is that the truth is more powerful than fiction. Reality is a matter of each person's individual perspective. My perspective has been a little strained recently but now I'm aware of a few things that will help in the path ahead:
1. My children are FIRST (I've always known this)
2. The kids don't like conflict and should not be exposed to it.
3. Even ugly people partner up eventually.
4. It's important not to get any more cats.
5. "Haven't I seen you somewhere before" is the most pathetic cheesy pick up line in the entire universe.
6. Friends are very important.
7. Patience is a virtue that I wish I had.
8. List making always helps (I've always known this too)

More on Point number 5. A little story to entertain you this afternoon,
I'm at the petrol station the other day just about to get in my car to drive away when a guy who can't walk very well comes over and says:-
Bleeding guy: Haven't I seen you somewhere before?
Me: No, no  I don't think so
Bleeding guy: I'm sure I have, I forget names but I never forget a face
Me: I'm sure I don't know you and did you know your arm is bleeding (looking at a horrible arm wound oozing blood)
Bleeding guy: Ahh yes it is, well I guess if you don't know me... but could we have met at a party?
Me: No I don't know you
Bleeding guy: Seeya
Me: Bye
 
I blame my jacket for being extremely hot. Why can't it attract someone who wants to come to the MCA with me and eat a meal with me that is cooked by someone else? The bleeding guy takes my prize in life as the ultimate in awfully awkward chat up lines. Honestly. At least it made me laugh... After driving away. The poor guy was just having a go I suppose. My advice to the bearers of bad chat up lines is this, quite simply, don't be oozing blood while you chat to women who have hot jackets.

Thursday, 17 May 2012

A juggling act

The life of a single parent...Is it juggling or balancing? or simply hanging in there and rolling with all of it? We have had a spectacularly busy week. Once I folded the pile of laundry today I simply had to retreat down the street to my bestie's place for a cuppa. Putting them away and tackling the rest of it seemed too hard!
The cat has become nocturnal and prefers waking me up by walking on my face in the night. The dog had a flea which sent me into a tailspin of revoltingness (this is a word). The chooks are still behaving like arseholes and gobbling all the food and producing not a single egg. The kids are beautiful, but kinda snotty and coldy, therefore grubby and making me feel like I should be disinfecting surfaces! In short: thank heaven's its Friday.
There's too much uni work on my plate at the moment, and not enough hours in each day! I'm writing an essay on a chick lit novel and a graphic novel. It's boring me but I love uni, I love uni, I love uni (repeating to myself as a chant till semester is over)
Sometimes I feel like my life is an endless to do list.. and not enough is getting done. Still juggling away!
Today's revelation: A wolf in sheep's clothing is still a wolf. And it probably has fleas.