Tuesday, May 31, 2011
We are not too sure whether poor little Milly was quite aware of what she was coming into....but she is being loved by our little Macie.....I mean really really loved!
With the endless cuddles, kisses and giggles - Milly is unconsciously teaching Macie some really important lessons. Things like "Be Kind'....."Be Gentle"...."Share" ....and...."Quiet time - Milly is sleeping".
They really are such important life lessons. The kind of lessons that I hope and pray every day that they will be embedded in Macie's personality and she will learn that with being kind, considerate and gentle with her friends - that she will get nothing but loyalty, happiness and friendship in return.
Needless to say - we are still working on these little lessons - with a few tears, dramatic tantrums and naughty stand-offs....but I know with a bit of reassurance, gentle guidance and love - that it will all just come naturally and it is slowly....with gentle cuddles and careful holding...we will get there.
As for now....I am just enjoying watching a beautiful friendship between the little darlings.....the two little darlings that I know will be Best.Friends.Forever.
This is hands-down my favourite picture I have managed to capture of my darling Macie. The world is her oyster.....and her dreams are just beginning as she looks over the horizon.
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Monday, May 30, 2011
Over the past few weeks, while life has been hectic and busy....I have found myself completely stopped in my tracks. Not by all the awful things happening to people....but more so by the amazing things happening in these situations. The kind of situations where good comes from bad....and my little glass of Faith is slowly refilled.
I knew a Mothers Instinct was an imaginable force.....but words really can't describe. It's the kind of instinct that gives you the power to just 'know'.
It allows you to just 'know' by watching your child grow, learn and play....that you 'know' them inside out. That you 'know' when they are near, when they are far....when they are in trouble...or when they are perfectly safe.
Like when a new mother asks another mother "How do you know all these things - how am I going to remember?".....and the response is always "You will just know". It's a mother's love combined with a mothers intuition with a double dash of magic.....and there you have it....a strong healthy dose of mother's instinct.
The very kind of instinct that makes a beautiful young mother wake up from a deep coma on Mothers Day to hold her baby girl for the first time in 8 weeks.....now that is just enough to make my Faith glass overflow.
Then you have the everyday instinct.....
The instinct to introduce a new member into the family....in the furry kind of way. Milly has been assigned the job of Moo's protector....and it's my instinct to bring her into our family....all for HER instinct....the very instinct that can detect snakes and protect my family....and be the very best companion for Miss Moo.
Or the kind of instinct that just tells you to go and spend an hour on the tractor with the husbo. The smile on Macie's face assures me that she loved that special time with her Daddy and the kisses from the husbo are all worth it.
And then it's the kind where you just find yourself picking up the phone and calling your loved ones.....just to simply say "I miss you".....and you would be guaranteed to bring a smile to the face on the other end.
It's powerful and it's majestic.....
Never ever underestimate it....and always trust it.....because you will find that it may just refill your glass....and more importantly, restore your faith in humanity.
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Macie is throwing some beauties too at the moment....the teething-and-i-feel-miserable kinda mornings and the cuddle-me-forever kinda days.
The kind where one moment it's all sunshine and smiles....and then it's the show-stopper....the performance that even makes me stand up and applaud - so theatrical and dramatic. No tears - just temper...boy is she cranky at these teeth. It looks like she is going to get all four eye teeth at once....yay for us. Not.
But with teeth comes long, snuggy day sleeps where she hits the land of nod and forgets about the troubles her mouth is causing her....and it's where I forget the show-stoppers....100% cleared from my memory.
But back to the sunshine....because it's the very sunshine that brings smiles to the cranky one's face. And it is very thing that gives this Mama the chance to lie on a rug, in the middle of the yard and bathe in it's glory....all while watching Macie play....being her little Miss Independent-self.
It's also the beauty that streams through the dusty and dirty kitchen window and illuminates hidden love messages from the husbo....
It's an old tradition which started right back when we first said those three little (yet so big) words to each other. Nearly ten years ago...not long after we met....because we just 'knew'. It is then when we would compete with how much one loves the other more...more than the universe, more than my spaghetti bol....and Heath would just simply reply...'Plus One'. Anything that I described....he would love me plus one.
Even to this day....he still tells me. With love notes that surprise me when I least expect it. He really is one of a kind.
I was recently told the other day that people are amazed with how much ''in" love we are. They couldn't believe that we could talk about each other with such love, adoration...and most importantly - respect. That they couldn't remember ever being so blissfully happy - just with each other.
And then recently, while sitting on the steps of the cottage with his Mama - she turned to me and said 'He really loves you - you know that right?'
And I do. I love him more than life itself....
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Where we dig deep into our cupboards for our beanies & trackie-daks so we can still go for adventures outside....the kind of adventures that Macie craves and I secretly enjoy. It gets me away from the constant pull of the laptop and sewing machine and it satisfies Macie's adventurous streak....and saves our cottage from being made a war zone. It is outside where her mind goes wandering and sets her little legs moving....all while I just quietly follow her and top-up my heart with her youth and my photo fix.
I never imagined to be raising my children on a farm. That I would eventually marvel in the beauty of the land like my husband did as a child. Or that Macie would see the land through the eyes of her Daddy - a big playground with hidden treasures wherever her imagination leads her. How I would see the benefits of letting our children roam, explore, imagine and get dirty. No fences, no boundaries - just the wide open spaces with the sorghum crop serving as a temporary barrier.
Never did I imagine that instead of having a puppy as a pet - Macie would have 11 chooks, Bruce the Rooster and "Olivia" the pig to call her own. That she would walk around the yard while having her 'Ladies' affectionately follow her and that she would get right down to eye-level to speak with them....as if she is the "Chook Whisperer". That she would recite the cartoon-like-Olivia song over and over while walking over to say "Hello" to her little piglet - in that high-pitched tone - the very tone that makes even the hardest and strongest of men drop to their knees and join in on her antics.
That we would collect rocks, admire sunsets, walk along dirt roads and cringe at the sight of a snake track. That she would learn to clap her hands to scare the naughty Galahs off the crop and then if that doesn't work, without hesitation she would walk up to them to ensure they flew away....and then walk back to me with a smile on her face....that satisfaction smile....the one that makes her eyes sparkle and says "I did it Mummy!".
That she would love to sit on the farm mule (imagine a golf-cart) and pretend to drive with one hand on the steering wheel with the other hand on the UHF radio hand-piece - all while getting annoyed that no-one is answering her calls....Hello? Helllloooo? It's these moments that I never imagined....but the very moments that leave me smiling and crooning over the little girl that has stolen my very heart.
But most of all, that together we would search for and pick wild flowers and pretend how pretty they smelt. That she would be so excited to find this burst of colour in between the drying winter grass....as if she had found her treasure...and how I would marvel that my very on daughter teaches me daily lessons. Today's lesson being 'Stop, Slow Down and Smell the Roses'....
She fills my soul,
All without realising.....
never ever did I imagine that. X
Monday, May 9, 2011
I always find myself deep in reflection on the drive home after my sad goodbyes and lingering hugs with my family. While Moo slept so peacefully in the car – I found myself so deep in thought – reflecting on the beauty of motherhood and how no-one ever warned me about the love that would be so deep and powerful.
I had plenty of warnings while pregnant from friends, family and even strangers about the horrors of being a Mum. All of which left me feeling completely terrified about what I had got myself in for. Warnings ranging from the simple fact of leaking nappies (I know you are all nodding!)….to the myth of the “Arsenic Hour” where as the clock strikes 5 – our children turn into monsters and will endeavour to make us all turn insane before bedtime……apparently.
But with all these stories being told to me over and over….not once was I warned of the strength of a mothers love. How I would turn into a Lioness protecting my cub as soon as I would hold my darling girl. How I would roar at anything or anyone who even looked to cause her harm. How this tiny little human being would become my world.
How within days, I would be able to decipher the difference in her cries, that I would yearn for her touch and marvel at her developments. How I would find myself talking baby to her to the response of smiles and that I would tell her each and every day how much she has grown in just a few hours.
No-one warned me that my relationship with my own mum would deepen and an understanding would form between us both where we would just ‘know’. That she would just know when I needed a chat, a cry and a hug. Know without words – how I was feeling. My beautiful Mum has moulded me into the Mum I am today….loving, strict and playful.
Or that I would have a new respect for my mother-in-law…the beautiful lady that can put a smile on her face even though she faces her own hardships. She has raised such a beautiful son…one I am so very proud to call my husband. For that, I am so grateful.
Motherhood is a secret potion which keeps us going when all we crave for is an extra 5 minutes sleep or an uninterrupted cup of coffee. It’s the potion that fills your heart when you run out of steam or that clears your head when the dark clouds start to follow you….those clouds that question ‘Am I doing enough?’.
It is a secret potion – filled with love, joy and youth and most importantly….memories.
It’s magic…. that lives in the hearts and souls of our darling children.