A privilege for sure
Me, Jords, Carli and Emily (one of Jordie’s special friends) just came home from a girls night out at Luigi’s.
What a beautiful evening for me. It was such a lovely privilege to sit with these three little personalities and watch them interact. Listening to their conversation, the things that are important to them and being invited into their world for a moment. I decided that I wouldn’t try to teach or point them in the right direction or question anything that was said. I wanted to try my best to just be present in what ever shape or form was good for them.
I am so lucky as a parent to be a part of these moments in my girls’ lives. Especially since as they grow older they may become fewer as mom’s are not seen as so cool anymore. But for now I will savour every moment and try to forever remember……….


I remember when I was in Std 4 and 5 (Grade 6 and 7) – I seemed to always be in the middle of a ‘friend crisis’. My best friend would change daily. If it wasn’t Paula, then it was Cathy. If it wasn’t Cathy then it was Mel. And if it wasn’t Mel it was probably Paula again. It often depended on whose house I was going to play at or who I would be sleeping over at on the weekend. I do remember feeling secure and at peace when I had a special friend to rely on. One that I would be sure would play with me at break or sit with me on the bus. One that would send notes during class and that would dress the same as me when we went to a party. So yes at the age of 11 or 12 I was thrown into the deep end of my social interactions with friends.
Carli has been so sick this week. A serious bout of flu and inflamed tonsils has reduced my usually content and energetic little girl into a bundle of coughing, spluttering, high temperatures and FLATNESS.
I have been told by friends that my biggest fault as a parent is that I respond to my kids’ every need, as they need it. For my friends – I am exhausting to watch as I listen, play with, pour a drink, tend to a cut, watch a netball practice, read a story, rush to be not a minute late after school and throw all the energy I can muster into being the kind of parent that has felt right for me. 

When my girls were little I used to feel overwhelmed by the amount of time all the practical care took to do well. Bathing, dressing, feeding, putting down to sleep, watching what they touched and chewed and then starting all over again. 
I’m having one of those days where I feel pulled. A bunch of voices calling for my attention and not being able to satisfy them all, least of all myself.
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