Friday, April 29, 2016

Oh, Wild Child...

They say we're raising revolutionaries. The children that go hard, play hard, love hard and never stop - not even for a breath - but just push on, leaving their mothers breathless and exhausted in their wake. I remember the day we started our first playgroup, you were 9 months old, a month older than your little sister now, and all the little squishy babes were crawling around playing, interacting, gooing and gahing. A little boy approached and grabbed the toy you were playing with, you immediately took it back, giving him a warning stare and then turned smiling and got back to your baby games. All the mamas were shocked - and amused - and I just laughed because I knew in that moment I would have so many things to worry about in the future, but you backing down would not be one. I've never met one with so much fire, you grew in my belly under the red sky of the Outback and then came into this world like a wild bansee - not shedding a tear - with a head full of ginger locks and a cheeky smile embedded in your bright blue eyes. Lately with another chapter of change in our midst and, like little ones tend to do, you are acting out and leaving my bones aching with tiredness at the end of the day. I try breathing, ignoring, taking a time out but you smell my coping techniques from a mile away and push, push, push with a twinkle and leaving us both with our heads spinning as to how a couple of minutes ago we were cuddling and laughing and now ... well, we aren't. A new home awaits, a new adventure is in the works and both will allow us space to grow, areas to retreat to and hopefully there we will shift out of this groove and find our peace. 
Until then I breathe (and hope with arms open for the hugs of the mischievous :))

Sunday, April 24, 2016

17/52

"A photo of my daughters once a week, every week in 2016"
Lottie: Tiny photographer. I remember when your little head was shorter than this counter, you used to sit on the floor and play and now your taking candids all around the place. You took your very first steps behind here as we all clapped and cheered. It seems like a million years ago and now we can look forward one day soon when your sister follows in your footsteps my growing girl. 
Róisín and Arlen: Bright eyed baby cousins in the sunshine. Oh, the fun you two will have! 


Thursday, April 21, 2016

Ginger Pride Rally Melbourne

Federation Square, Melbourne

A day to march against bullying and celebrate the gift we received when we were blessed with our own little ginger haired babe more than 4 years ago. A huge surprise to her dark mama, she came into this world a bright fiery ball and hasn't stopped burning for even a moments time. A fabulous turnout and a very colourful march of sunscreen laden, red haired  (real and faux) folks in a reminder to be kind and have pride in yourself and to wave your red headed flag high. 

Wednesday, April 6, 2016

14/52

 "A photo of my daughters once a week, every week in 2016"

Lottie: Super Face
Róisín: Snack Face