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Diary of a kiwi mama stumbling through life. Finding happiness in day dreaming and life as it is.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Sunday, January 9, 2011
I Love You
I have had a grumpy grumpy grumpy day. The youngest bubba has had a bit of a tummy bug and the eldest bubba is being hard work (out of routine, bored, sick of having to share her mum with her sister-all very hard for a two year old to deal with). There has been whinging from the girls, yelling from us all and lots of cuddles and apologies. I'm feeling a bit icky about all of the grumpiness and wanted to get it out of my system with a bit of love and gratitude.
Pearl of Wisdom Number Two
Your mama loves you.
Always.
No matter what.
A Little Bit of Gratitude
Today I am thankful for new days.
Tomorrow we will hug more, laugh more, show our love more.
Always.
No matter what.
A Little Bit of Gratitude
Today I am thankful for new days.
Tomorrow we will hug more, laugh more, show our love more.
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| That's me, loving YOU. |
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Notes to my Sweethearts
Yesterday's post sounded a bit morbid. I am not in any risk of dying soon. A will is just one of those important, grown-up parent things I SHOULD have done. And the thought of dying made me want to make sure that parts of me that my children may not know as little ones but would meet when they are grown, were around somewhere just in case.
So I have decided to do two things at the end of each post.
Wisdom: noun
So I have decided to do two things at the end of each post.
- A wee pearl of wisdom for my daughters.
- A note of gratitude for this wonderful life.
Wisdom: noun
- the quality of having experience, knowledge, and good judgement; the quality of being wise:listen to his words of wisdom
- the fact of being based on sensible or wise thinking:some questioned the wisdom of building the dam so close to an active volcano
- the body of knowledge and experience that develops within a specified society or period:Eastern wisdom(thanks Oxford Dictionary).Pearl of Wisdom Number ONEI have decided that even with (only) thirty years under me belt, that I am qualified to share a few of the things that I have learned.Most things I am still learning and opinions and perception often changes.Many things are being unlearned. Some with hard work. Some unwillingly.
My pearls of wisdom are for my daughters of the future. The grown up women they will
become.We will read together and apart and laugh at me. I love to laugh at me. You do too while you are babies and tots.
I hope you always do.That is my first pearl of wisdom.
Laugh.
It never hurts.
It always helps.I love you.
A Little Bit of GratitudeToday I am grateful for words.First words from my tiny premature baby turned eleven month old!Words that my two year old can use to tell me she needs me and loves me.Words that I can use to tell my husband I love him.Words that I can use to tell my girls I love them.Words that I can type so that I can share parts of me with my grown up girls.Thank you world for words.

Paolo Veronese (Italian, 1528-1588). Wisdom and Strength, ca. 1565. Oil on canvas. 214.6 x 167 cm.
Leaving Footprints
I have been thinking more about who this blog is for lately. Me mostly. And little tid-bits offered about stuff I find out about my to and fro interests. Then when I was sitting and talking about getting wills made with my hubby I had a little flash (spark?) of an idea. I want to make this blog also for my darling girls.
I worry that if something happened to me that my girls would never know how much I love them. I worry that they would not grow up being told how completely perfect and wonderful they are. I worry that they won't be brought up the way I envision. Of course they won't. They will be fine and hopefully and almost certainly I will be around until I am an old lady and they are mums themselves. But just in case I am going to use this blog as a vehicle to impart some of my mama wisdom to my baby girls.
Note to self: Make getting a will sorted one of my goals for this year.
I worry that if something happened to me that my girls would never know how much I love them. I worry that they would not grow up being told how completely perfect and wonderful they are. I worry that they won't be brought up the way I envision. Of course they won't. They will be fine and hopefully and almost certainly I will be around until I am an old lady and they are mums themselves. But just in case I am going to use this blog as a vehicle to impart some of my mama wisdom to my baby girls.
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| Thanks La.Joie.de.Vivre for sharing this pic on Flicker |
Note to self: Make getting a will sorted one of my goals for this year.
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