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Reflection

Reflection Mama Pyjama

I was wandering the streets of Fremantle with a bucket of paella in my hand, people-watching, and enjoying the rarity of a morning to myself when I got the call from my Dad that there was a fire in Stoneville.  “That’s about 3 minutes from my house dad…I’m an hour away…I don’t think there’s anything I can do”. 

I got in my car anyway and drove for what seemed forever, listening to the AM radio for updates and trying to get a call through to my neighbours.  My kids were safe, my husband was safe, but my two dogs were locked inside the house.

By the time I got there my street was blocked off and there was smoke everywhere.  Between my husband and I we managed to get hold of our neighbours, who were thankfully (for us) home when the fire hit.  In the seconds they had before leaving, they smashed a window at our place and rescued our dogs.  Two great big (smelly and sometimes perceived as scary) dogs.  That took guts.  That took humanity.  That was an act of pure selflessness, and one I’m eternally grateful for. 

In the hours and days that followed I learned and gained many things.  I witnessed community and humanity at its greatest.  We forged a friendship with our neighbours (albeit several years too late);  I’m quietly kicking myself for not having shared more drinks over the fence with these fun and generous story tellers!  I learned what gratitude truly feels like.  I experienced a feeling of weightlessness when I realised that at no point in the whole drama had I really concerned myself with the idea of losing our house and everything in it.  I was yet again reminded of the strength of the heart strings that link child to parent.  I had no concern other than for the displacement and anxiety that my sons (particularly my eldest) were experiencing, emphasised by the knowledge of just how close we were to having that displacement extend several months if not years if our house had not been spared. 

This was how my 2014 began.  Some would say that’s a terrible start to a year…for me it was the beginning of a year of awareness, gratitude and awakening.   

Here are some key moments from my 2014:

A hospital emergency trip for each of my boys – one via an ambulance.   With these experiences came gratitude for the health care system we have in Australia.  Gratitude for a husband that sat all night in the world’s most uncomfortable chair so that he could be there for his boy every second of the way;  and the second time ‘round for him riding in the ambulance with our 2 year old strapped to his chest, lying flat on his back as our son struggled to breathe. 

Concerts, a trip to Rotto, many an opportunity for fancy dress and other creative experiences.  I am grateful for friendships – some as old as Beverley Hills 90210, and some new.  I’m thankful for people in my life who love me for who I was, who I am and who I am becoming.

My eldest began Kindy and my baby is now a fully-fledged chatterbox.  It really hit home this year how important it is to appreciate what you have at any given moment because children grow so quickly, and the world changes at such a rapid rate.

Time with my husband.  I am grateful for family that have allowed me to spend some quality time with my husband (who FYI has lost 20 kilos this year! Talk about being proud of him!).  We’ve had some nights out in town touring the small bars and enjoying the luxury (and quiet) of a hotel room.  On the relationship front, it’s been a year of communication, reconnection and awareness.

Awakening my spirituality.  2014 has been a spiritual journey (for want of a better expression) for me.  I’ve stepped way out of my comfort zone, and pushed myself to learn more about who I am in order to accept myself fully.  I’ve done yoga nidra, a workshop on mediumship and sound healing.  I also sang in a choir at my workplace and have written my first song.  I’ve been learning more about chakra healing and raising our vibrations.  In short, I feel much more alive this year and I think that comes from allowing myself to look “silly”, to be uncomfortable and to try new and scary things.

Moving house.  We packed up our storybook cottage and moved to a beautiful home on 10 acres.  I’ll be honest and tell you that it was tough on my relationship! Big decisions and events in life are great opportunities to increase your awareness of your own complexities and of those around you – and this was one such opportunity!  The move has been worth every second of…let’s call it head butting and snappiness.  Our home is very quickly becoming our sanctuary and I am so grateful.

Bruce.  Springsteen.  Held.  My.  Hand.     Enough said.

Refocusing my career.  Those of you who have been following for a while now will have gotten a sense that I’m not entirely content within my current career.  I’ve been working hard this year to refocus and redirect my career down a path that better aligns with who I am (and who I continue to become).  As 2014 draws to a close I await two decisions – one for a new role that I applied for at work in a much more creative and innovative space, the other for a blogging opportunity with Brownes Dairy.  To say I’m excited about the opportunities that await me is an understatement.

And then there’s Mama Pyjama.  In between all this I’ve been talking to you guys, sharing a bit of my life with you, learning a little more about all of your’s in the process, and working with some really cool companies.  I got to interview a Disney Star…I mean seriously, less than two years ago I would have never envisaged that.  It’s been a blast.

I do so hope that you have also had a fantastic 2014…even if it involved some trials and tribulations.  Afterall it is often adversity that is our greatest motivator.  Every event in our life offers its own unique teaching or opportunity.  It is up to us to uncover it, to listen to it, to accept it and to act on it. 

I look forward to painting my future with all of you in it.  Remember, if we believe it to be true, it is true.  If we believe it to be real, it is real. 

So get imagining the future you want to see yourself in ‘cause I’ll be asking you very soon to share it with me (and the universe). 

Many blessings, and may your 2015 be truly wonderful! xo

Two's Company

"Saddle up! We're in for a ride!"

"Saddle up! We're in for a ride!"

I miss my husband.

I miss: spending the whole day just messing around in the kitchen cooking up a storm with him; drinking a bottle of wine each and staying up all night just because we could; fooling around, popping coke bottles with a BB gun; aimless drives in our panel van, Elvis singing effortlessly in the background. 

I miss: the laughter and the banter; watching a movie together, with popcorn, and beer and no interruptions; dinner at strange restaurants watching him order the weirdest thing on the menu as I search for the chicken parmy. 

I miss: watching him laugh with friends; spending the whole day in bed with him; sundowners and the goofy ballroom dancing we’d inevitably end up displaying at the night’s end. 

I miss the holidays: discovering new worlds together; learning together; relaxing together… 

I miss my husband.

A few weeks ago I asked you guys to tell me something you took for granted before having kids.  I took for granted by time with my husband.

I wish we’d gone out more, travelled more, “lived” more.  I wish we’d spent less time in front of the TV and more time out in the world.  I wish we’d realised how much freedom and opportunity we had.  I wish we’d fully appreciated the ability to do just about anything we wanted to do at the drop of a hat. 

And now that we know all this and we are so grateful for even the smallest opportunity to be alone together – I wish we weren’t so damn tired!!

I know that these days don’t last forever and that with each day that passes the kids get more independent and the window of opportunity to hang out in another room and chat gets bigger.  But right now, it’s hard.  Really hard.

I also know that in those moments when the kids aren’t wrestling or head butting each other, when they’re not trying to stick cheese up their nose or tip yoghurt on their brother’s head… those moments when they’re just sitting together hugging like angels or giggling at how funny the word “butt” is... you look across the room at each other and know that together you made them, you gave them life.  In those moments there’s a feeling that you share that you couldn’t manufacture and you wouldn’t trade for anything.  But in between those moments, in between the sleepless nights, in between all the disciplining, food preparation, laundry and work…there’s little time to just be a couple.  Not Mum and Dad.  Just Kellie and Dino. 

So, for those of us lucky enough to be sharing this journey with a partner, if you’ve not yet had your baby I urge you to go out and make the most of your time together.  Even if you’re pregnant and tired and feeling like Shamu the Whale…get out there and watch a movie, eat at a fancy restaurant, take 15 trips to the shops together in one day just because you can.  Sleep in together, laugh together, cook together.  Go for a walk as the sun’s going down, talk, play a boardgame, go see a play.  Stay up all night and sleep all day, ring each other on the phone and just chat for no reason at all – because telephone calls without the sound of cats dying in the background will soon be a thing of the past. 

The times you have ahead will be the best but also some of the hardest years.  The tiredness, the lack of time alone and the constant pressures of parenting will test your relationships tremendously.  So do what you can to make sure the foundations are strong now. 

For those of you already in the thick of it, I wish you all the best in working through it, finding time for each other and coming out the other side of the toddler years with your relationship still intact.  I am so blessed to be sharing this journey with my husband.  It’s so important to remind each other of that.  To try and make the time to reconnect as a couple on a regular basis.  To support each other’s needs and to be as understanding and as patient with each other as possible. 

There is a light at the end of the tunnel and these times don’t last forever.  In fact, in a couple of years I’m sure we’ll be looking back on these times and missing all the baby first moments and the way they used to say “Dah-dee and MaMaaa”.  We’ll miss the times we nursed them at 2 in the morning, and the way they fought for our attention (one on each leg both screaming our name, refusing to be shook off).  We’ll forget all the hard stuff, and we’ll look back together and think what a great job we did together bringing them up ;). 

But in the meantime…try to keep perspective, nurture your patience and do your best to put each other first sometimes.