admin My mum and sisters are shivering in snowbound Scotland just now. What a contrast to Sydney where it’s steamy and number one on my gratitude list is having a pool. Splash! My elder sister is called Mairi Stones, she is … Read More
I’ve come over all nostalgic and it’s not like me.
These photos from eight years ago and have made me all warm and gooey.
2003 was a huge year for us. EldestBoy had done his first year at school, there was lots to celebrate there.
The biggest gift had been that he made friend – a FRIEND!!
Oh, thank goodness for that!!!
The school and preschool term finished today in NSW and we are all so relieved. The last two Dad-less weeks have felt very long indeed.
Here are a few of the things I am feeling grateful for tonight:
There have been many discussions in the household recently about what we are all going to do when we grow up.
Able11: going to sell the books he’s writing
Well, it’s been 100 posts, amazingly. Here are some of my newbie thoughts:
1. I don’t know any thing about blogging! It’s a bit like life, the more you know about it, the more you know you don’t know. It’s like an unfolding paper puzzle, with pretty things flying out as you unfold more and more.
As an author, I really want to write useful books.
Helpful books.
This week some emails have come into my inbox which have really bowled me over. In fact, they’ve made me feel all weepy. How professional is that?
On my father’s gravestone, the inscription begins:
‘With love we remember
David McDonald Smith
Builder, musician and sailor.’
Dad passed away two years ago this week so I have been thinking about him a lot. And about IT ALL.
I’m so grateful that I can say today that he truly is remembered with love. There were many times I didn’t think of him fondly when he was alive.
I have two very lovely sisters who both live in Scotland, Mairi and Morag. No, you don’t get more Scottish names than theirs.
Mairi is the eldest sister. Morag and I agree it’s a marvellous thing to have a big sister; someone to copy and learn from your whole live through, someone to look after you.
So this week Mairi, her husband and their two children are finishing packing up the family home, packing up their boat and preparing for a year of sailing around the Meditteranean. It’s a big week at their house.
They are brave, don’t you think? I very much admire their adventurous spirits and their derring do. Their boat is not big, but the waves they face will be.
My 11 year old son has stolen my life and much as I can see that he is loving it, I really want it back. It’s the obsessive book reading thing. Mr11 has been reading Matthew Reilly novels all school … Read More
I’m not a great believer in sticking to decisions made long ago.
Life’s all about change and renewal. Being flexible and willing to adapt feels like a core strength in this topsy turvy world of parenthood in the 21st century.
However I AM sticking with the no-ironing decision when it comes to school shirts.
Call me slack, call me lazy, call me a good enough mum but whatever you do don’t call me a dedicated ironer. It’s just not me, it never was. Even when I was single, in my showbiz showoff days, I had a lady who did. She did ironing and I didn’t.