Posted in blogging, Life, Parenting, Writing

Back To School Photos-Ouch!

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Back to school photos are interesting.
 
Personally, I love viewing photos of my friends children. Their cheeky expressions, their toothless grins, braces, no braces, the refusal to stand still for literally a few seconds, the refusal to smile the older they get, it’s all priceless stuff.
We as parents, are reflecting on times gone. The ‘new’ first day of school, a reminder that time keeps rolling on, and our babies are one step closer to being their own person. We share these moments with a sense of pride, a sense of relief, a sense of hesitation, and a sense of gratitude. Gratitude that despite the challenges, they’re healthy, and they’re loved, and they’re happy, and they’re growing up, and they’re ok.

So thank you to those of you who understand a parents desire to share the happy little faces of their own-as huge as the volume may be-because these pics, represent so much more, than a school uniform.

Posted in blogging, My wordpress, Wordpress prompts

The last big Saturday night I had?-It’s been archived!

‘My rocking party occurs when I can hear a pin drop and I’ve managed to clear all 3 of them out for the day.’

The last big Saturday night that I had?

Let me just delve into the depths of my mind in an attempt to retract this memory.

Nope, nothing.

I’m sure there must have been one in the past, but all memory of it has obviously been stored off campus-as THAT volume was closed long ago.

More recent records of Saturday night events are digitally stored, but consist mainly of cooking children dinner, cleaning up after swimming carnivals, walking the pooch,  and refereeing various shouting matches between husband and children when they exercise their apparent ‘teenager’ rights.

For me, Saturday nights resemble Monday nights, and Tuesday nights, and Thursday nights.

My rocking party occurs when I can hear a pin drop and I’ve managed to clear all 3 of them out for the day.

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Saturday Night-Wordpress Daily Prompt.

Posted in Stories

A week of lasts

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A week of lasts

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This week has been a stark reminder that life is moving forward quickly.

It has been a week overwhelmed with lasts:

Last day of junior school
Last day of senior school
Last day of Uni exams
Last day of their degree
Last day at home with mum before school begins
Last day with heartfelt friends, who will be moving into their unshared tomorrow.

Sharing the Journey of raising children, makes us the same, in so many stupendously, ridiculous ways. The alien within us gradually replaces the person we used to be, creating an imposter hardly recognisable to ourselves, as we are driven deeper and deeper into the daily grind.

We drag ourselves through the long, activity packed days with barely seconds to breathe. We exist, day after day, in a fog of total oblivion, grasping onto anything and everything just to get through, not stopping to observe the rapid changes in our offspring, until it happens.

“Would you like a colouring book darling?”

“OMG mum, I’m in high school, no thank you”

“You are? …..oh. So you are”

They’re in Prep school and then they’re year nine the week after, yet sometimes it feels like it’s been an eternity-how does that work?

Our oblivious little heads remain firmly down as we engage in the necessities for survival-cooking, cleaning, disciplining, a taxi driver, an ATM, a sounding board, moving, running, planning, rushing…

Colouring books and dancing skirts one week, squeaky voices, pimples and smart phones the next. Shoes two sizes too small because the shops are closed after 6pm and dinner still hasn’t made it out of the can. Sport, study, homework, hours in front of the mirror, attitude.

Sound familiar?

…and then it’s gone.

Replaced with happy snaps on social media, leaving us to cry over their achievements and proud moments.

Leaving us blurry eyed and bursting with love as we soak up their graduation frocks, smart man suits and happy, youthful smiles-not a colouring book in sight.

Leaving us silently extending invisible hands in their direction, pleading;

“Come back, come back, to me”

But we let them go,

To live the life they were meant to live.

To explore the world, and find themselves as people.

Our grip on them lessening as their independence flourishes and their wings unfold.

And so I am shocked as the reality hits-

‘This will be me soon’

Already, I can feel my fingers growing, in an unconscious attempt to pull my boys back to me, but as certain as is the rising of the sun, I will hug them with a warm heart and send them on their way-With a packed lunch, a colouring book for amusement, and an intent for them to discover all the firsts in life, as I did.

How sublime and true is this unrealised irony?

For if it wasn’t for  all the lasts, there would never be…the elation, of a magnificent first.

💙Heart Story-N.A.Martin

Posted in Stories

A week of lasts

image

A week of lasts

🏡

This week has been a stark reminder that life is moving forward quickly.

It has been a week overwhelmed with lasts:

Last day of junior school
Last day of senior school
Last day of Uni exams
Last day of their degree
Last day at home with mum before school begins
Last day with heartfelt friends, who will be moving into their unshared tomorrow.

Sharing the Journey of raising children, makes us the same, in so many stupendously, ridiculous ways. The alien within us gradually replaces the person we used to be, creating an imposter hardly recognisable to ourselves, as we are driven deeper and deeper into the daily grind.

We drag ourselves through the long, activity packed days with barely seconds to breathe. We exist, day after day, in a fog of total oblivion, grasping onto anything and everything just to get through, not stopping to observe the rapid changes in our offspring, until it happens.

“Would you like a colouring book darling?”

“OMG mum, I’m in high school, no thank you”

“You are? …..oh. So you are”

They’re in Prep school and then they’re year nine the week after, yet sometimes it feels like it’s been an eternity-how does that work?

Our oblivious little heads remain firmly down as we engage in the necessities for survival-cooking, cleaning, disciplining, a taxi driver, an ATM, a sounding board, moving, running, planning, rushing…

Colouring books and dancing skirts one week, squeaky voices, pimples and smart phones the next. Shoes two sizes too small because the shops are closed after 6pm and dinner still hasn’t made it out of the can. Sport, study, homework, hours in front of the mirror, attitude.

Sound familiar?

…and then it’s gone.

Replaced with happy snaps on social media, leaving us to cry over their achievements and proud moments.

Leaving us blurry eyed and bursting with love as we soak up their graduation frocks, smart man suits and happy, youthful smiles-not a colouring book in sight.

Leaving us silently extending invisible hands in their direction, pleading;

“Come back, come back, to me”

But we let them go,

To live the life they were meant to live.

To explore the world, and find themselves as people.

Our grip on them lessening as their independence flourishes and their wings unfold.

And so I am shocked as the reality hits-

‘This will be me soon’

Already, I can feel my fingers growing, in an unconscious attempt to pull my boys back to me, but as certain as is the rising of the sun, I will hug them with a warm heart and send them on their way-With a packed lunch, a colouring book for amusement, and an intent for them to discover all the firsts in life, as I did.

How sublime and true is this unrealised irony?

For if it wasn’t for  all the lasts, there would never be…the elation, of a magnificent first.

💙Heart Story-N.A.Martin