Posted in motherhood, sons on Jul 1st, 2011
I remember the exact place I was standing when my son reached up to hold my hand for the very first time. It was outside in the front garden, right on the path between the front door and the mail box, near the pink camellia bush.
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Posted in getting older, kids, motherhood on Jan 8th, 2011
I gave my 12 year old son strict instructions to go through his wardrobe and remove everything that no longer fits him.
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“Look at life through the windshield … not the rear-view mirror.” – B. Baggett.
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In front of me is a notepad and her camera. To my side is six screwed up bits of paper.
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Posted in birthday, brothers, daughter, motherhood on Mar 22nd, 2010
December 21st 2009 Somewhere in between planning festivities and ticking the gifts that are done and the gifts that are yet to be done came this tiny little voice telling me that my heart feels like it’s going to burst. No… I don’t mean a clichéd version of joytotheeffenworld aww look aint that liddleangel so [...]
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Posted in boys, growing up, motherhood, Parenting on Oct 27th, 2009
There was a little boy in my life. He reached up to hold my hand. He was terrible at tying his shoe laces. His best friend at kinder was a girl named Alex. He played with matchbox cars. We took a walk together down the bike track, close to the creek. He watched the trickles of water. Looked [...]
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