Friday, 31 December 2010

Goodbye 2010 - (or the one that is incredibly pic heavy - don't say I didn't warn you).


Finally - the house to myself and a chance to blog!  It's been a while, my friends.  I sincerely hope you've had a wonderful, safe break and you're all looking forward to a happy 2011.

2010 was a bit of a mixed bag here.  I had originally thought this post would be a 'screw you' to 2010.  I've been in constant pain (well, for 13 years, but moreso) since February, and in severe pain for 4 months now.  The kind of pain that has left me unable to function normally.  Our lives, right now, are being completely controlled by my body.

We lost 3 friends this year.  Two of them in the past fortnight.  Truthfully, I'm rocked to the core by these two.  My head can't seem to comprehend a world where they don't exist anymore.  My friend Kim died just two days ago.  She had breast cancer (I blogged about it here) and had a double masectomy - where they were able to remove all of the cancer.  I was overjoyed to hear it.  But as my depression took hold, I lost contact with many of my friends, unable to face large groups, or my old friends.  I was unaware that recently cancer was found in her liver.  It was ferocious - mercilessly making it's way through her body.  I got a call onWednesday that she had been placed in palliative care in hospital, that there were days left.  She died hours later.

For a number of years, Kim was my best friend.  Our husbands worked together.  At one point, we lived next to each other - sharing a back fence.  I remember this ridiculous 100m cable between our two homes, networking our computers - before the days of Wifi.  We had a gate between our homes, and an intercom.  There were many laughs as one or the other of us forgot to turn them off.  We walked together every day, and lived in and out of each other's homes (me mostly in hers) for the better part of 5 years. It was Kim who helped me work through the grief of the loss of our first baby.

And now, astonishingly - she is gone.  Just gone.  Leaving behind a husband who's loved her for 25 years. A daughter, newly married, who needs her mother.  A son, who was desperately close to her.  A frail, elderly mother of her own, who I'm sure is simply staggered to have lost her beloved daughter.  She was only a couple of years younger than my own mother - in her 40's - far too young to be gone.


But, despite these negatives, this year is finishing ok.  In the past couple of weeks there has been some reconciliation with some of Joel's family.  I wouldn't say things are back to normal, but I can honestly say there is progress, and hope for a better year ahead.  I hope so, desperately, for Joel and the boys' sakes.  I want so much happiness from them, and I just know that a good relationship with Joel's siblings and Alexander's cousins will go a long way to acheiving that.

The boys are happy and healthy (if not STIR CRAZY in our Big Wet).  Alexander, for the first time, finds himself in a group of friends.  Friends who understand (to a point, they are, after all, only 7 or 8) the things that make him different, but are able to find common ground.  This year has been up and down for my firstborn, but for him, according to him, it has been wonderful - because he has 'best friends'.







Add to that the recent reconnection with some of his cousins, and my boy is as happy as can be!





And even little Sammy has a 'best' friend.  The daughter of my best friend Catrina is just a little bit younger than Sam.  Thursdays was "Library day" and Grace and Sam would spend the entire morning, taking over our local library while Trine and I read books, drank coffee (waaaay too much coffee) and chased them out of the toilets or stopped their joint escapes.

His real love though, is Trina herself.  My little man has his first love - "Tri-ya
and not a day has gone by in the past 6 months that he hasn't asked for her, cried for her, begged to see her.  I tried to tell him I had her first, but alas, the boy is smitten!  Sam's idea of heaven is hanging out with Trina and her beautiful family (and terrorising their poor dog).











All in all, my little family, despite some definite hardships, is mostly healthy and happy.  Completely besotted with each other still - one of those openly affectionate, positively affirming, loving families i always wanted.  They are incredible and what I am unquestionably most proud of.











For me?  This year I have been blessed with new friends.  The best friends I've ever had.  Actual laugh for hours over coffee-call in an emergency-part of the family girlfriends. Relationships more equal and calming (read:healthy) than most I've had previously.









We've had our dramas, certainly.  Illness for each of us, depression, misunderstandings, family dramas.  But through it, we've forged something strong and lasting. I can't fathom the thought of my life without them.  I consider myself truly blessed to have them in my life.  A year later, I still couldn't tell you what made them (already established in their own unbreakable friendship) look my way and take me into their fold, but I'll be forever grateful for it. 

They knew the bad stuff.  They knew I'm not great at this friendship thing.  I'm not good at maintaining them - when my depression/anxiety is bad, I withdraw completely. Unable to call, visit, sometimes literally unable to speak.  I figured I was more trouble than I was worth (I still do, truth be told). I kept waiting for them to decide this wasn't worth the work. They haven't. Stubborn, dogged, they refuse to let me go. They refuse to let me hide forever in my shell.  And more...they make me not want to hide.  I crave their presence, as I have never done with a single friend in my life.

With a momentous change like that, how can I write off 2010 as a bad year.   It wasn't perfect, but it brought me something truly priceless.

So, for 2011 - I hope for nothing but health and happiness for the people I love. I hope my health improves enough for me to function properly.  I want my children to continue to thrive, and to discover their indoor voices. I want my friends to still love me this time next year.

I want all of you, my blogging friends, to have your dreams come true.  I wish you health and happiness, and a safe 2011.

And, as with every year so far, I want to end it even more completely in love with my best friend, the man who 14 years ago last night, dropped to one knee and asked me to be his wife.  I wish for a wonderful year for the love of my life.

The rest is just frosting. 



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Tuesday, 21 December 2010

Bittersweet


He woke up this morning, and he could see from my stance that it's another bad day.  I can't move much of anything on the right side of my body.  Tears fill those big brown eyes, and my guilt is overwhelming. 

I sit next to him and ask him if he is ok.  He nods, his hand going back to it's usual spot of late, my back.  I ask him if he's upset that I've been sick so much lately and we've been stuck at home.

"What do you mean by upset?".   "Angry, cranky.  Disappointed that I've ruined your holidays.  It's ok if you are - I would totally understand".

His eyes are wide, as though the thought had not occurred to him.  "No Mummy.  Not cranky at all.  This isn't your fault.  I'm upset, sad upset, because I love you and don't want you to have pain.  I wish you didn't feel so sick.  I'm not worried about my holidays. I'm just really worried about you - I want you to get better".

I leave the room and call his father in tears.  Tears of joy that he is so caring, so sweet.  But mostly tears of sadness that he should have to be.  That he is going to remember a childhood with a sick mother. Remember days like today, when he will have to basically be left to his own devices. Sam is in daycare and it is the only day this week I will be able to take some Mersyndol.  He's too little, not even 8 yet.  He will be perfect.  He will play on the computer, make his books, play Mario Kart.  He will read his Wimpy Kid and eat the food I make him. He will check on me every few minutes. 

There won't be much sleeping (when I say every few minutes, I'm not kidding,lol.  This child has a need to tell me every thought that comes into that beautiful little head).  But still - this isn't what school holidays should be.  He swears he doesn't mind - he craves Sam-free days as much as I do for the peace and quiet.  But still.....the guilt is there. 

I was cooking the other day, last week and it was another 'bad' day.  He was walking around next to me, his hand on my back.  I was harried, trying to do a million things at once, as we mothers are at 6pm (one of Sam's 20 witching hours).  I was finding it so hard not to snap at him as I yet again tripped over him.

Finally, exasperated - "You don't have to rub my back, darling.  I took some medicine, I will go to bed soon".  "Oh, I know.  I know it doesn't fix your back.  I just thought maybe you'd like the sweetness".

What on earth do you say to that?  What can you do but wrap him in your arms and let your teary eyes meet your husbands - also filled with grateful tears.

How on earth did we get so lucky with this child? And how on earth will we ever make it up to him?



Sunday, 19 December 2010

21


Today, a young man named Bradley is celebrating his 21ist birthday.  It is surely a bittersweet day - for it is also the date of birth of his twin, Daniel.  A twin who disappeared on the 7th December 2003. 

The disappearance of Daniel Morcombe still haunts me, and most other Queenslanders, 7 years on.  I remember where I was the first time I saw the news broadcast that he was missing, and the sick feeling I got as I held my then 10 month old son tighter. He learned to walk that day.

Today Bradley, his older brother Dean and his parents Bruce and Denise will try to celebrate, I'm sure for this milestone for Bradley.  He, of course, deserves it.  But you just know, that 7 years ago, the thought of this day being marked without Daniel never occurred to any of them.

It should never have had to. 

For more information on the disappearance of Daniel Morcombe - go to the Daniel Morcombe foundations's web page.


http://www.danielmorcombe.com.au/




Sunday Sessions



Hop on over to Thea's blog to join in on her Sunday Sessions.  The idea is to post two songs - an oldie, and something newer from the charts (I don't really keep up with the charts - so I'm cheating a bit on that one and going with newish).

I heard the first few bars of this song earlier this week, and the memories came flooding back - has been on my brain a lot this week.



I was 7 years old when this performance happened, and it is one of the most vivid memories of my childhood.  My heart races every time that drum starts it's first beats, and I can't help but tap my feet in turn. 

I remember being a little girl, absolutely glued to the images - and then practising the moonwalk, over and over and over with my little sisters.  I distinctly remember being sure we'd mastered it, lol. Looking back now, I sincerely doubt it.

Where were you?  Do you remember this concert performance? Were you old enough to know this was something big?

And now, nearly 30 years later, can you believe that this song almost didn't even make it on to the album?   Quincy Jones hated it and said it wasn't nearly strong enough to make the cut.  He hated the bass line and wanted that song dropped from the Thriller Album.  He and Jackson apparently had a falling out over it, so determined was Jackson that this song was going to be HUGE.
Hard to imagine Billie Jean not existing.  It's up there with Imagine for John Lennon, Respect for Aretha Franklin, Hey Jude for the Beatles. 

The classic performanc and Motown 25 almost didn't happen either.  Jackson did not want to perform at the concert, particularly with his brothers.  It took a personal visit from Berry Gordy to get him to agree, on the condition that he perform Billie Jean.

The original Film Clip -



It's pretty hard to follow up a piece of classic pop history with a new song - nothing really compares to Billie Jean, does it? 



I heard this one at the CMA Awards a few weeks ago (yes, my mother would laugh her ass off if she heard I'd included a country song in this :-O), and I confess, I quite liked it.  Cheesy, but kind of sweet.



Do you think the speculation that this song is about Taylor Lautner is true?

Friday, 17 December 2010

Friday Flowers

I've been looking at flowers everywhere this week, drawn by their soul-healing beauty.









All images via Tumblr


No matter how formal or simple the arrangement, I can't help but stop and stare - there's something kind of magical about flowers, don't you think? 







Vintage Love

I am more than a little in love with this Vintage Norman Norell dress that Michelle Obama wore for a TV special to be aired today in the U.S. 






I just love this style - I so wish it was something we could wear more often.  I'm not sure it'd suit my body type, but it would absolutely suit my personality.  Maybe Mrs Obama will bring it back into fashion.

What do you think?  Do you like it? What style do you wish would come back into fashion?