This prayer is for you, Mumma, as you sit in another specialist’s room, hoping maybe this one will have the answer for your child.
I am the multi-tasking queen. At breakfast time while the toast is cooking, I make the lunches. While the kids are eating breakfast, I unstack the dishwasher. While Mr makes the coffee, I run sight-words with my youngest, and check the homework folders.
It has become a point of pride for me. How efficient I can be, how much I can get done simultaneously. Continue reading
I stopped at a pop-store in the middle of our shopping centre to purchase activities for the upcoming school holidays. The lady behind the counter was bubbly and in a great mood. She excitedly informed me that it is the first time that the pop-up store has PayPass. For her this little change made a big difference in her day.
Her enthusiasm got me thinking about little changes in my life.
I cleaned the dishwasher.
I know no one will notice, so I have to let you know.
Earlier this year I went on a writer’s retreat aptly named ‘write motivation’. Apart from the beautiful play on words, I have been thinking about this phrase a lot this year.
You see, this year is my year to write. This year I have set aside hours and hours of bum in chair, hands on keyboard. However, I have back and neck problems that trigger headaches. And of course my tight shoulders and neck is exacerbated by spending hours and hours in front of a screen.
My daughter drags herself out of the classroom. I can tell the sort of day she has had, by the way she shoves her belongings at me and demands that I help.
Immediately mumma bear in me rises to the fore. I want to know the problem. Continue reading
I love writing. I love the thrill of a phrase that sits perfectly on the page. I love the tap of the keyboard, and the soft scratch of pen on paper. I love the feeling you get when you manage to capture an elusive emotion in a few words. I love those days when I am in the zone, words flowing so fluidly that hours can pass before I look up again.