To ad-lib is to 'speak or perform without previously preparing one's words'. My heart is to communicate the words that I feel prompted to piece together. Unscripted, unrehearsed, somewhat impromptu and occasionally random :)
Friday, January 27, 2012
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Friday, April 17, 2009
Crazy Last Day Of Term 1...
With much delight the children dressed in plain clothes for "free dress day" and then we got down to business..."crazy hair-styling". No Easter bonnet parades at their School, just "crazy hair and free dress day".
Having won the previous 4 years Josie (Miss 10) insisted she wanted to look crazy but not win this year okay Mum! Leisl (Miss 8 & 3/4)was determined to go to school even though she was feeling a little off, so I did her hair to match. Rosa (Miss 6) wanted to look like a Princess (of course!!!!) and Connor (Mr 6) well, he just doesn't have much hair! So after a bit of effort on my part with the girls we dashed down to the local shops to search out some coloured hair spray for one little man. Armed with said can we arrived at School, and under pressure applied it artistically in the car park, as you do. Here are the results (P.S if you click on the pics they will open up much bigger):
Josie's "zzzzzz zzzzzzz do"
was twisted and spiky and whacky.
Leisl's was quite pretty at the back but very unusual at the front...
Connor was short, and swirly! And we plaited his little Rat's tail....
It made me think though...it doesn't matter if they win, or if their Teachers and Peers like their hair-dos...at the end of the day the pins will come out, the dye will wash out and the ribbons will be put away...but they will have yet another memory to hang on to. Another story about their whacky Mum and the crazy creations she came up with. And how we scoured the local shops for coloured hair spray (even considering for a brief moment using crazy string!) The perfect end to a topsy turvey first term for my two Grade one-ers, one Grade 4-er and one Grade 5-er. One that often left me scratching my head trying to figure things out, or yanking my hair out as I tried to come to terms with the frustrations of Bullying, or the many moments of stress and borderline hysteria as we negotiated the thrills and spills of 4 little people trying to make sense of their ever changing world. I love that at every moment God has walked with us...gently coaching us, providing for us and smoothing out the bubbles. I love that...when I find myself in the thick of it and feel like I'm going a little bit Psycho-Mummy Crazy he is there...helping me to take a deep breath and brush it off.
Sigh. I often catch myself repeating "I love my kids! No, really, I LOVE my kids!!!!" Just to remind myself that when things get a bit sticky..."I really DO loooooove my Kids!"
I can only imagine how much my God and Father looks upon the tangled, tousled mess of our crazy mixed up world and says..."I LOVE my Kids! I really Loooooove my kids!"
Let's face it, he's crazy about us too!
Saturday, February 7, 2009
The Next Chapter...
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More washing to deal with (after all they are bigger, and Leisl has to wear...oh I don't know....at least 3 outfits in 1 day!)
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Kids that can take their own baskets, fold and put their own clothes away (as long as I don't watch how they go in their drawers)
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more food consumed (Bigger tummies)
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Higher grocery bills
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More lunchboxes to pack (although they are packing their own)
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More books to read (Got to love those learner readers)
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More hair to do (was so much easier when they were bald!)
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More ummmm intentional stimulation
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A house that is no longer baby-proof
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Glasses on the table instead of plastic cups
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Kids that can pop their own dirty dishes in the dishwasher (I love that)
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After school activities
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Children learning Instruments
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Cuts, scrapes, bruises...more injuries!
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Head Lice! (Feeling itchy yet?)
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Worms! (eeeeewwwwwwww!)
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Teeth falling out and leaving Gaps! (amazingly Connor still has all his Baby teeth!!!!)
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Visits from the Tooth Fairy
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Homework
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Sleep overs!
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Kids that can click themselves in, in the car, clean up their own rooms, brush their own teeth (well my 8 and 10 year olds do)
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Very interesting prayers
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Lots of laughs together
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Kids that can wipe their OWN bottoms....Hallelujah!
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Lots of singing, especially songs from School that we never expected them to know!!!!
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Long Legs that dangle down to touch the floor when you pick up your kids for a cuddle!
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Training wheels off their push bikes.
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I'd love to say a clean and tidy house, but that would be getting your hopes up! (I heard that sigh of relief!)
There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under heaven...
Suck it up Princess!
Saturday, January 31, 2009
When the Fish are jumping...
When I think of adventure I think of doing the daring things that make your stomach drop to your kneecaps and cause an adrenaline rush that keeps you going for hours! The oh my goodness you've got to be kidding me kind of things.
Some of our most memorable adventurous moments have been born out of seemingly ordinary situations. There we were plodding along when out of nowhere Whammo! We found ourselves in an adventure guaranteed to curl our toes or at the very least fall about laughing hysterically! Amazingly that is a common by-product of the A-D family's adventurous escapades. The laughing!!!!
Before I had children I was a Cub Scout Leader, looking after a Cub Pack of 20 or so boys and girls between the ages of 8 and 11. My Husband at the same time was a Scout leader. When we found ourselves expecting our first child, we continued to do all the things we did previously with scouts: abseiling, canoeing, bushwalking, mountain climbing, camping etc.
When the opportunity came up to take 30 kids and a few adults NIGHT canoeing we both jumped at the chance, despite my being nearly 8 months pregnant. And it was amazing. So beautiful out on the water and peaceful....well as peaceful as it can be with 30 kids. I am so glad that we did it because it was truly memorable! The water was a wash of silver in the moonlight and our canoes were the only boats on the river. All you could hear was the happy banter between kids and the splash of paddles, all under a blanket of glorious stars. It was just magic.
The thing is...when you are 8 months pregnant you do tend to be quite big, and wouldn't you know it but a mullet (startled by the ominous black shape of the canoe) jumped into the canoe landing immediately between my legs and flip flopping madly around my nether regions!!!!! Might I remind you that at that point in my pregnancy anything below my burgeoning belly was out of my immediate sight and reach. What ensued was nothing short of hilarious...a life and death struggle for the fish and a logistical nightmare for a very pregnant woman in an unstable canoe with two 10 year old boys too polite to even go there!!!! Eventually after nearly capsizing multiple times I managed to flick the fish back into the water, but not without quite a lot of excitement and noise and side splitting laughter! It was sooo funny, I still laugh out loud even now as I recall that moment.
In this case the adventure whilst quite startling, was absolutely hilarious! And I have discovered that whenever we have been faced with anything that's even remotely adventurous...or frightening...it ends up being hilarious!
I have been caught in a flash flood whilst driving through a causeway, mock-charged by an African Elephant, nearly lost my Husband after an extreme 4wd adventure thanks to Google Maps, I have been all over the Sunshine Coast with the Cub Scouts with my babies in tow, I have abseiled with my two eldest girls when they were tiny tots!
But nothing compares to the daily adventure of being a Mum. From the first moment you find out you are expecting, to the 40weeks of carrying that little miracle around inside you, to the moment you hold your precious child in rapt wonder...Now that's an adventure. The adventures in Mothering will curl your toes, give you a surge or two of adrenaline when you least expect it and turn your hair gray! I encourage you to celebrate the fun in those daily adventures and earn your stripes as a Mum. Stuff will happen anyway so strap yourself in and hang on!
You are in for the ride of your life!
Here's to another year of "Adventures In Mothering".
Monday, January 26, 2009
The chapter is closing...
SIX!
My babies are starting Grade one! I feel like a whole chapter of my life has come to an end. Gone are the days when I had four small children under the age of 4! Now I just have 4 children aged 6, 8 and 9...doesn't sound anywhere near as impressive .
Gone are the days when I nursed them in the wee small hours to sleep. Now I just guide them to the toilet and back to bed, or quiet their fears of scary things in the dark of the night with a cuddle and a kiss and a "just climb into bed with me for a while" (at least until my arm goes numb and I rouse myself enough to guide them back to their own bed). Gone are those moments when I wore their food as they discovered new textures and flavours. Gone are the times when we coaxed them to smile, to giggle, to wave "Bye Bye", to say "please" or to blow kisses. Gone are the days when I rocked shopping trolleys to sleep and swayed from side to side whilst standing regardless of whether I had a child with me or not. Gone are the days when the "nappy bag" the keeper of all things necessary for every occasion accompanied the family on outings. Now I struggle to carry all the water bottles hats etc, and still get caught out at times with wet children in desperate need of a towel, or a jumper or a wet wipe.... Gone are the days when Playschool dominated the TV, and The Wiggles were cool. Gone are the days when my answers were accepted no question. Gone are the days when we took the twin pram everywhere!!! Gone are the days of all in one pajamas and lazy days spent playing on the floor. Gone are the days when I had them all to myself. My wee ones are now venturing out into the world, starting a new chapter of their lives. Meeting new friends and learning new and exciting things.
And I'll be right beside them initially.
Then I'll be around...
Then there when I'm needed.
A new chapter has begun.
I may not be able to pry the door of their infancy open again, but I can certainly look back in wonder at the moments that defined them.
I pray that this new adventure they are embarking on will be full of excitement and more defining moments. I pray that they will be kept safe from harm. I also thank God for giving me a front row seat, so that I can watch it all unfold.
That reminds me of Erma Bombeck's "When God Created Mothers"...
When God Created Mothers
When the good Lord was creating mothers He was into His sixth day of "overtime" when the angel appeared and said, "You’re doing a lot of fiddling around this one."And the Lord said, "Have you read the specs on this order? She has to be completely washable, but not plastic; Have 180 moveable parts... all replaceable; Run on black coffee and leftovers; Have a lap that disappears when she stands up; A kiss that can cure anything from a broken leg to a disappointed love affair; And six pairs of hands."
The angel shook her head slowly and said, "Six pairs of hands... no way."
"It’s not the hands that are causing me problems," said the Lord. "It’s the three pairs of eyes that mothers have to have."
"That’s on the standard model?" asked the angel.
The Lord nodded. "One pair that sees through closed doors when she asks, "What are you kids doing in there?" when she already knows. Another here in the back of her head that sees what she shouldn’t but what she has to know, and of course the ones here in front that can look at a child when he goofs up and say, "I understand and I Love You" without so much as uttering a word."
"Lord", said the angel, touching His sleeve gently, "Come to bed. Tomorrow..."
"I can’t," said the Lord, "I’m so close to creating something so close to myself. Already I have one who heals herself when she is sick... can feed a family of six on one pound of hamburger... and can get a nine-year-old to stand under a shower."
The angel circled the model of a mother very slowly. "It’s too soft," she sighed.
"But tough!" said the Lord excitedly. "You cannot imagine what this mother can do or endure."
"Can it think?"
"Not only think, but it can reason and compromise," said the Creator.
Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek. "There’s a leak," she pronounced. "I told You. You were trying to put too much into this model."
"It’s not a leak," said the Lord, "it’s a tear."
"What’s it for?"
"It’s for joy, sadness, disappointment, pain, loneliness and pride."
"You are a genius," said the angel.
The Lord looked somber. "I didn’t put it there."
For all those Mums with little ones starting School this year...remember..
Mothering really does matter!