Bright Lights of the City

There's no place like home.

As we drove along the dusty track leading to our shed, I was so happy to be back where I belong.

My son (aged 9) and I had spent four days in Brisbane, in the city, in the bigsmoke.

We arrived early Monday morning and had a few days free to explore and to shop. We were staying in a motel directly across from the Myer shopping centre..what a great location to be in.

We rode every glass elevator and escalator we could find, on our way to the toy sale. My son was in heaven in the Lego isle!

My little country farm chick was amazed by the people, the buildings, and the busyness of it all.

Many times I had to remind him to stay close, to not wander away, because we were in the city.

How amazed he was by it all, so foreign to a little boy who belongs in the country.

We were upgraded to a two bedroom apartment on the 19th floor of the motel, and our view was superb. The lights of Brisbane shimmered against the raindrops that fell.

At dinnertime we decided to go for a walk along the Queen Street Mall....hand in hand my little man and I strolled along, window shopping and chatting.

I loved his excitement and how this was all so new to him.

We passed a homeless lady, who had set up along a bench, ready for the cold night. I watched my son, how he looked at her with confusion, and compassion.

We passed an adult club, where a young girl in a tight red dress, with a thigh high split stood at the entrance and watched us as we walked by. I wondered how old she was, and who she was.

I wanted to glance back, but I didn't want to stare.

We headed back to our apartment, and snuggled in for the night, while the rain fell outside.

We wore the complimentary white bath robes and Mr C decided that being a ninja was the way to go.  He was so elusive I was lucky to even have these photos of him!

Our few days together, just the two of us was wonderful.  I loved seeing his joy on his first plane ride, and going out to dinner to a fancy pants restaurant where I proceeded to spill an entire jug of iced water across the table.

"Oh mum, you're so embarrassing" he said.

I guess I am, but his giggles were worth it x

What Inspires You?

I am so happy to have Rachel guest posting in my series What Inspires You?  I love what she writes and she certainly inspires me to be a better mother.  Enjoy!







My name is Rachel and I am thrilled to be given the opportunity to write a post about inspiration for Farmers Wifey.

I am so predictable in my inspiration. I am inspired by my girls, 6 & 8. They truly make me want to be the best person I can be, so I can be the best mother, example and teacher for them.

I am not a natural mother. I wasn't one of those people that couldn't wait to be a mum. I even thought for a long time that I wouldn't have children. It took a miscarriage to make me realise that maybe I do want children. I was so sad after losing a baby I wasn't sure I wanted and it ignited something within me.

As a mother I am very flawed, I am impatient, demanding, bossy and uncompromising but I have a bottomless well of love and laughter, I am consistent, stable and have always prioritise my role as their mum as my number one.  They make me completely step out of my comfort zone because I want to show them that we are never too old, or shy or self conscience to try new things. I want them not to be scared of failure, just to happy to have tried. I never want them to think 'I can't' or 'I'm too shy, or nervous or not good enough'.

I must be doing something right because my girls are so smart, well mannered and really funny. I like to think they got that from me, but my husband is pretty funny too.

My girls inspire me want to be the best version of me, so I can help them be the best version of them.







Bio

Rachel Wernicke is a 39 year-old married mother of two girls.  After working as a paralegal in Brisbane for 14 years, she left life in the big city to focus on her family. Once the kids were both in school, it was time get back to work. In a four-person house with five computers, two iPads, two iPhones, two iPod touches and half a dozen cameras there seemed only one direction to go. Rachel decided to learn more about the the world of blogging and indulge her passions for style and life on the Redcliffe Peninsula.  In October 2011, she started Redcliffe Style as a place to write about and photograph the things she enjoyed.  RedcliffeStyle.com is a light-hearted blog about lifestyle, fashion, beauty and food.  The Facebook page can be found here.

House Update: Let there be light

A Sunny Farm Day

We have lots of different areas on our farm that we have named.

We have The Football Field, The Shooting Area, where I love to shoot swinging tin cans from the tree, and Dee Dee's Ditch, where Miss D stacked the motor bike one evening.

There is also an area that we have christened The Pit of Death. This spot down the front of the property is a big hole in the ground, filled with chicken coop wire and carcasses of unknown animals.

The kids like to ride the motor bike and the quad bike down there and think they are on some big tv show where they get to do motorbike tricks and scary challenges!

If you look downhill from the house, you will see The Thunderdome....a dam that when half full allows for some awesome motor bike fun.

Today we had some doggy visitors who enjoyed a swim and a run around in the fresh air.

Laurie, Tiger, Milly, BJ and Onyx had a great time swimming (and drinking) the dam water and we found some blue crab pincers that were left around the edge of the water.

Who Am I?

Eden asks.....

Who Are You?

This is Me.

Mother   Wife   Dreamer   Planner   Dancer   Worrier

Gym Junkie   Doer   Lover   Scrapbooker   Walker   Granddaughter  
Thinker   Friend   Animal Lover   Daughter   Astronomer  
Cryer   Sister   Night Owl   Computer Nerd   Auntie   Sleeper
Miscarriage Survivor   Guitar Player   Traveller   
Optimist


Young   Raw   Fearless



Nine months pregnant   Glowing   Serene


Me today   Confident   Secure   Happy
  

Country Eye Candy from my farm!