Call it a revisit

Call it a revisit if you must but someone reminded me of my love of months passed so in the wee hours of Sunday morning I wrote... stream of consciousness, rawness blogged and it felt good.  It's that crazy, young, silly feeling.  The wanting, the wooing.  It is a wordless feeling. The hoping, the pleading... The push and pull. The high, the crashing low. It is intimacy intoxicated by the unknowing. It is paradoxical yet safe. Shameless, without pretense, writing... Finally.

Crazy fun

In all honesty I think I have been exercising as often as I've been blogging lately so tonight, with the sun decidedly set and the children in deep slumber we escaped! Thanks to the presence of our lovely housemate we snuck out the back door. Husband on foot. Me on my bike. Actually me on my (tall) 11 year neighbours bike! We cat and moused our way about around the outside of the Parklands. There was something crazy, something spontaneous about the event that made it extra fulfilling... Not to mention that I managed to break a sweat.

The Calm without the storm

We have been back a week now and 2014 is shaping itself. Our week of birthdays has been a beautiful, enchanting and engaging (if sometimes chaotic ) celebration of these fabulous and full on little ladies. It was in the midst of this week I found myself looking for resources that might help me better meet their ever changing parenting needs.

In this search I stumbled upon this article and it was such a brilliant reminder of what i want to teach my kids through my parenting.

http://m.empoweringparents.com/Stop-Letting-Your-Childs-Behavior-Make-You-Crazy.php

The idea of calm parenting really resonates for me. However in many ways it is foreign to how I was parented and as a result opposite to my default settings. But I like it and I like how i feel when I am this kinda parent so I am reminding myself of these strategies and seeing some love results already.

Really?

I just logged on and my account told me quite irreverently that is has been 2 and a half months since I have posted. I'm so sorry.... Blogger, anyone who reads, creative self! Thankfully my mojo is returning as rapidly as I type.  I am not even sure how the time lapse occurred but it feels good to be back.  I guess it was just life that took over.  School holidays, road trips and now the girls birthdays have all featured high on the four kid family radar the last few months.  But with the new year I am embracing the joy I find in reflecting in print.  Despite this my time is short today as I am off to toast some lentil granola, bake the beginnings of a Peppa Pig cake and find a recipe for tofu burgers.  So... see you sooner rather than later.

Cakes, Capes and witches Hats

There is a pattern to my creativity and I really don’t understand it fully.  All I know is that since Eric’s birthday on Monday I have been itching to make.  Cakes, capes and witches hats are just a couple of the things that have been turned out this week.  I have my heart set on another cape but I fear that time will not allow today. We are off to celebrate a birthday with a beautiful almost three year old on Saturday and I would love to arrive bearing a creation.  Perhaps if I shift from this blog post and talking about being creative to some more pressing admin I will be able to steal some moments at my machine later in the day.  Just before I go this is what I have my eye on ….

http://biglittletales.blogspot.com.au/2011/09/mini-baby-cape.html

A coming of (school) age!

The heat is thick outside our back door but inside the coolness is clear and thoughtful.  The kids are pottering and I am having a moment that I know already will be only too brief.  I will, I have decided fill it with writing in the hope that this creative burst may project me faster through the other tasks at hand.  The holidays have ended free of drama and as if by some magic we are catapulted toward the end of the year and all that means for our family.  2014 marks the end of a season in our lives.  Our boy will no longer be a preschooler and with his coming of school age comes an overwhelming flood of mixed feelings.  It feels there will be an ease, not that Kindergarten is without its challenges but it is also a year of maturing, of changing. I am excited about a year of new and creative moments for Master five and for his mumma.

Soon my boy, soon...

Change

In the face of a weekend full of fear - fuelled messages and results that create apprehensiveness at best I am choosing to set my own personal and political tone. One of gratitude and engagement over criticism (which I am a little prone to at times).

I am grateful that I live in a country where I can continue to speak loudly and clearly when I see injustice.

I am grateful that I can make my own contributions financially, practically and emotionally to community well being.

And I am grateful for my family and friends who form a wise and nurturing community around me and are like-minded about caring for others and being inclusive.

I am grateful for the sunshine that propagates this optimism and proactive feeling in me.