Friday 30 January 2015

Off to University


Our eldest, Sarah, is about to leave home.  Not only to leave home but to trek miles and miles away where her next visit home will be between term times.  I was (I thought) quite well adjusted to the fact when I thought she was going to a university 3-4 hours away and would be home on weekends.

Now I am sure that I am not even remotely ready to let her go.  After 18 years of seeing this day coming – I am not ready for it.  Is any parent ever ready to let their children go?  Sure we look forward to getting our life back.  But then after 18 years – can you even remember what life was like BC?  Do you really want to go back there?

I was speaking to my father and he offered words of wisdom – as only fathers can.  In between bouts of being my dad, goading and belligerent – but that’s another story.  He said that as time goes on he realises that as a parent you are just privileged to share your life with your children for a short period.  Well that wasn’t the exact words that he said – but something to that effect.

Having now pondered those words overnight – how true they ring.  I look at my daughter and the beautiful person she has become and I am amazed.  I am incredibly proud of the beautiful people all my children are growing into.  But now I have a completed model.  And when I look at her and who she has become, I become aware of how little influence I really have over who she is.  She has enormous traits and talents – which are all her own.  Like a flower that has been planted and nurtured and grown and is now in full blossom.  But like a flower, all I did was (slight pause here while I adjust my voice to match Neil of the Young Ones) plant the seed. (Okay that was a terrible line but stick with me on this analogy).  I then grew the seed, but all the attributes of the flower were always in there.  She has amazing musical talent, amazing empathy with people around her, amazing skills in writing, amazing confidence and many, many more personal assets. These are all things that I don’t think have come from me at all.  All that I did was provide the elements for her to blossom and shine, and to share her journey of growing up.

Now that all the hard work is done, all I need to is to sit back and watch in awe as her life unfolds.  And hope that she continues to allow me to continue to share her life with us.

Wednesday 28 January 2015

Politics


On a completely different topic – and one that could probably benefit from a dose of Harry enthusiasm - 'politics'.

Isn’t it a bit disturbing that the front pages of the newspapers today are filled with speculation about the leadership of OUR country.  Guess what – we don’t get to vote on any of this!  So the newspapers are run by fabulously wealthy individuals.  The newspapers report on what those fabulously wealthy individuals are thinking and tweeting.  These wealthy people are thinking we should sack a chief of staff to save the prime minister.  Guess what.  We didn’t vote for the chief of staff either.

Harry's first day of High School


Harry came home from his first day of high school yesterday.  He was so excited.  He had his timetable and he coloured it in with different colours for each subject line.  He then went and got all his subject books and coloured in the covers with matching colours.  Maybe it was influenced by the colours they are wearing at the Australian Open but it seemed that fluorescent highlighter colours feature prominently.

Harry is one to wear his emotions on his sleeve.  He has a dog like enthusiasm for anything he really loves.  It will probably fade by the time he gets to year 11 like Evan.  I would just like to bottle those moments of excitement and market them in pill form.  If I could just take a small piece of Harry enthusiasm and pop it just before going to work on Monday morning – just imagine.

That Penski file with its colour coding would be so motivating.