It is here!!! (yesterday now, it got too busy to post it and the photos aren't posting. Blergh)
I have spent the last week completely immersed in the world of boxes, rubbish and packing tape. Phew to being at the end of that stage. I took a couple of photos of our ever growing pile, just because it is a massive amount of junk that apparently we can't live without!
Last Wednesday I had organised for a day of returning and getting rid of, so my friends could get there new things, such as Guinea Pigs and bread makers and I could get a bowl back. It turned into morning tea and a packing bee and I will always be thankful that I have met such special people that jumped in even though I didn't really want them to see all my smalls or notice just how much I had ignored the cleaning lately.
I will also be Thankful for a very useful skip that has been a massive step in getting things done on time. Thank you to my wonderful village for organising such a wonderful gift.
The movers are meant to be here in a couple of hours and do you think I can be bothered doing anything constructive like some sweeping... Nope! Like I said, I am really good at procrastination!!
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Before we had decided to move I was invited by my Dad to attend a reunion luncheon for my Grandfather's 70th anniversary of his Battalion in WW2. I was so honoured to be a part of it as my Grandpa never talked about what he went through in the War. His battalion, 2/10th Field Regiment RAA, were involved in a month of active service and then captured by the Japanese. They were part of the Changi group but mostly worked on a railway cutting most famously known as Hellfire Pass. He was then transferred to Japan and spent the last of the war there and even felt the tremors from when Nagasaki was bombed. He returned to Australia incredibly malnourished, suffering from Malaria, and blind in one eye. This is seriously a reader's digest version as I still don't know all of the details of his time as a POW. (By no mean's do I support the fact that the war ever happened, or that these tragic times should be celebrated, just my Grandfather and the men that served during this time.)
He is now a 90 year old man and I am so proud that he is my Grandfather. He has always been resilient and is still quick witted and full of life. My Dad says that even after a hip replacement last year, Grandpa still thinks he could run a 4k run in under 10 mins, even though he was never able to!! He is a man of very few words but when he speaks you know that it will be intelligent and full of wisdom.
I am also glad that I am able to get to know him before it is too late. Since my Grandmother's passing four years ago, he has been a lot more willing to engage in an adult relationship with me, and I think that he is now open to celebrating the victory of returning home and grieving the life that was spent in such a horrible way.
July 19, 2010
July 11, 2010
Funkness and all things overcast
Today is a blergh day. The weather is gloomy and I feel the same. Stupid weather adding to my funkness is so stink.
Yep that makes my funkness a little lighter! Bahaha He looks so seedy with that mo!
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I would like people to meet me and not know that my child has a disability until they meet him and see his beautiful almond eyes looking so sparkly at them. I like us to be a normal family and not one that is constantly looking at how hard we have it. I like that my partner has always loved B and not seen him as anything but a normal child. I like that H doesn't see anything but a big brother in B. I like that we all love each other, warts (although we don't technically have any) and all.
Most of the people I have become friends with, through this journey, know that their children have additional needs and that they require extra attention and that it can be draining, however, overall they completely adore their children and what they have brought to their lives. They have grown more, loved more, cried more, been angry more and seen the beauty in the small things more. I love this about them and I love that they have also taught me how to see our life like this.
The way I want our life to be is totally about dealing with what we have. I don't always do it the right way and I do have a tantrum every now and then. I ask for my big break, for millions in my bank account, for smaller thighs, for well behaved children while trying to get the shopping done. For life to not have so many freaking hurdles. But in the last 5 years I have become good at jumping hurdles and knocking down the big bastard of a brick wall that stands in front of me. I try to move through the struggles and know that even though I may not have it right, I have people that love me anyway.
I do find it hard to understand when people don't have the same view as me, but that is about their journey, not mine and I have to try to remember that we all have different ways to deal with life and what we go through.
I am comfortable in my bubble, I like my bubble and how I view most things with in my bubble. I am always open to learning and expanding my bubble although it is a nice place to be most of the time.
So my funkness continues but I am glad of who I am and that I can see the world this way. It is a cushy place to be.
In other news, we move in a week. Eeek!
But we have this to look forward to
and this
These photos really don't give our new adventure the shininess that it deserves!!
Yep that makes my funkness a little lighter! Bahaha He looks so seedy with that mo!
-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!
I would like people to meet me and not know that my child has a disability until they meet him and see his beautiful almond eyes looking so sparkly at them. I like us to be a normal family and not one that is constantly looking at how hard we have it. I like that my partner has always loved B and not seen him as anything but a normal child. I like that H doesn't see anything but a big brother in B. I like that we all love each other, warts (although we don't technically have any) and all.
Most of the people I have become friends with, through this journey, know that their children have additional needs and that they require extra attention and that it can be draining, however, overall they completely adore their children and what they have brought to their lives. They have grown more, loved more, cried more, been angry more and seen the beauty in the small things more. I love this about them and I love that they have also taught me how to see our life like this.
The way I want our life to be is totally about dealing with what we have. I don't always do it the right way and I do have a tantrum every now and then. I ask for my big break, for millions in my bank account, for smaller thighs, for well behaved children while trying to get the shopping done. For life to not have so many freaking hurdles. But in the last 5 years I have become good at jumping hurdles and knocking down the big bastard of a brick wall that stands in front of me. I try to move through the struggles and know that even though I may not have it right, I have people that love me anyway.
I do find it hard to understand when people don't have the same view as me, but that is about their journey, not mine and I have to try to remember that we all have different ways to deal with life and what we go through.
I am comfortable in my bubble, I like my bubble and how I view most things with in my bubble. I am always open to learning and expanding my bubble although it is a nice place to be most of the time.
So my funkness continues but I am glad of who I am and that I can see the world this way. It is a cushy place to be.
In other news, we move in a week. Eeek!
But we have this to look forward to
and this
These photos really don't give our new adventure the shininess that it deserves!!
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