Anchored in what felt the baby and toddler time warp, I would think ahead to the future, because you know, ‘this to shall pass’ is the obligatory mother manta, and I would wonder what it would be like when there would be no more anxiety around sleeping, napping and wake times. No more smooshed sultanas and sticky vegemite fingers, no more showering with plastic dinosaurs at my feet and no small human losing their mind because a sandwich was served on the wrong coloured plate.
I thought a lot about the future and looking back, my only regret, is that…
I turned 50 on the weekend. When I was young, 50 sounded old, an inconceivable time far into the future. Yet here I am, at a milestone because so far so good that I’ve made it to this point.
#halfacentury
I hadn’t really thought too much about it, age being just a number and there has been the matter of a global pandemic taking up most of my mental energy. I’ve spent a lot of time in my own head this year but my focus more recently has been less on the age factor and more on being able to…
Walking through a national park, surrounded by nature and not the confines and walls of our own home, I sensed a shift and began to think that maybe we were nearing the end of the corona time warp. Nothing like a pandemic to mess with ones sparkle.
I’m not very good at being at one with nature but nonetheless we had donned our active wear and decided that a Sunday morning spent in the bushland would be a suitable antidote to the restlessness the pandemic had gifted us.
Westfield had also reopened and yet a national park seemed more socially…
Consent and the six year old
It was Charlie’s birthday party, there were 20 something mini Ninjas in our backyard. Loud and free they are screaming, jumping and laughing. So much wild laughter and the sound is like balm to the soul. Children’s laughter is pure joy and comes as a gentle reminder that innocence is not always lost.
There were tears of course. The untimely, unfortunate demise of a balloon animal made by the ninja party entertainer who we hired because, like I said, there were 20 of them and we knew we would need reinforcements.
Nearing the end…
Tracey Montgomery
Mother, wife, Recruiter, occasional blogger, lover of all things shiny and bright.
