July 19, 2014
I've been officially unemployed for 20 days now. Without job, lady of leisure and my personal favourite semi retirement are phrases being kicked around.
Despite a lack of money and feeling very weird, I'm doing okay. It was good to go away for school holidays but now we are back, and school has begun, I'm trying to get grounded and work out what to do next.
I must say that I don't, for one moment, regret resigning from my job. It feels as if a dark cloud has been lifted, yes cliche I know but a fitting one. I now realise how ridiculously busy I was, how much stress I was carrying around and how I've been missing out on so many different things.
I'm definitely calmer, I can feel it in my soul. Those feelings of worry about fitting it all in, of doing things half heartedly and not having enough time have gone.
My choice has been a good one.
And I've been baking! Yeah I can't believe it either! Homemade treats for the lunchboxes, thank you very much! I'm making an orange and chocolate chip cake tomorrow because we have an abundance of oranges and mandarins on our trees.
They are delicious!
Today the kids and I walked down to the trees and picked some fruit, it was such a beautiful day. Not a sound and such peace and quiet. These precious, easy moments are what I've been missing.
I plan to have many more.
July 13, 2014
I was born and bred in a regional city in New South Wales, with a population (at the moment) of around 21000 people. I grew up surrounded by family and friends, and felt comfortable and safe with the familiarity of my hometown.
For the last 18 years I've lived in Queensland, the last 6 of those on our farm. This is now my home, where I am raising my family and I couldn't think of any other place I would rather be. Fresh clean air, a country lifestyle and beautiful weather!
We have just returned from a school holiday roadtrip back to my birthplace, 3200 kilometres in total, and all I can say is thank God for ipods, ipads and portable dvd players!
We drove inland through many small country towns, and we like to go this way as the scenery is very pretty and interesting. We have our usual traditions of course, the Rocket Ship Park at Moree, and our most favourite cafe for breakfast in Narrabri Watson's Kitchen.
I was the first to spot the huge radio telescope at Parkes, winning me a fredo frog thanks Hubbster and we laughed at each crazy sculpure of the quirky Animals on Bikes.
It was so good to see my family, albeit for a short time. I really miss them, distance is a hard thing to deal with, especially when it becomes time to leave.
I hate goodbyes.
There is something so grounded about revisiting old haunts. The familiarity, the nostalgia, the emotion of belonging somewhere. The delicious memories of growing up and discovering yourself.
I love my hometown and I'll always have that, but I love my new home, I really do. This is where I belong now, the country hills, the beautiful weather, the peace and quiet of our farm.
It's been a dynamic change and I couldn't ask for anything more.
Tell me about your hometown, What are your memories?
June 29, 2014
Mr C (aged 11) starts high school next year.
I'm totally not ready. Not at all. Hang on, wasn't he just a tiny blonde haired, blue eyed baby, who hardly opened his eyes for two weeks, and would lay his head on my shoulder to be carried around all day while I went about my business?
Oh yes he was. And now he's going to high school. Oh my!
In a Mothers eyes, does a little baby boy ever, ever stop being a baby boy? I'm guessing no. As a mum of two daughters and a son, and while I love them all so equally, I mother my son differently. I'm maybe a bit softer with him, because girls can be all kinds of cray cray crazy!
You know what I mean.
I think about my friends who have sons, with or without siblings, and each one of them show a very definite, beautiful relationship. They see their gorgeous little guys growing from Wiggles loving toddlers, to boisterous, noisy tweens who love laser skirmish and annoying their sisters on a regular basis.
I'm yet to find out what it's like living with a teenage boy, but in 2 years time, I'll be able to tell you. I wonder what will happen when my son becomes an adult, with a family of his own? Will he still be my baby boy, who I protected so fiercely that my heart ached when I thought of him?
You bet. I'll cuddle him even when he's 6 foot tall, and remember when he was the smallest cherub, and I will love him even more than I do today.
Do you have a son? Will he always be your baby boy?
Thank you to my beautiful friends for sharing these photos of their own baby boys.
June 21, 2014
We arrived just before lunch and enjoyed the horse events, before checking out the cattle and woodchopping. The kids loved the jumping castles, while I fell in love with the beautiful crafts and displays in the pavilions.
Every year I look forward to this show, because we go as a family, and it's wonderful to see familiar faces enjoying the sunshine and community.
It's the best thing about living in the country.