Letting go and holding on

Mum arrived in Australia over 60 years ago.  She died over 7 years ago.

As a new immigrant (refugee actually), and as a 9 year old girl, all she wanted to do was fit in.  She wanted to look like all the other girls, to dress like them, eat the same food, and speak the same language.  She taught herself to speak English by going to see movies at the cinema.  And she succeeded – she finished high school and went to university, had a career and travelled the world.  An Australian refugee success story.

Yet, when she died, with her died a culture, a history, a language, and everything that made her unique.  Although I understand all her reasons for rejecting her past, and wanting to be Aussie, I am also sad about that.  Now, for me, being half Ukrainian is something I am, but only in fact, not in my being.  So I hold on to the little things, that tie me to another world, to my grandmother and to my mum, so I can preserve a little bit of that connection for me, and for my girls.

Mum’s Dictionary.

Grandpa’s Tools

Mum, beautifully unique, on holiday in Zanzibar many years ago.

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Back to school soon

As much as I love the school holidays and hanging out with the girls and our friends, I don’t get much “non-mummy” stuff done.  But that’s ok, and some of the things I do manage to get done help organise getting back to school.  Winter uniforms are washed and ready;   lunchboxes are stacked and waiting;  bags are smelling like daisies; and shoes… they still need a polish.

One of the things I did during last term was create a chart for Rachel so she could mange her own school preparation each day. It was inspired by a blog I read somewhere – I wish I could remember whose. I set it up in word and re-designed it for our needs.  It is stuck to the fridge and it works a treat.  She checks it every morning – sometimes unprompted!

Click the image for a better look.

If anyone is keen to have a copy and adapt for their own use, let me know in the comments.  It’s in Word and I just used the clipart on file.

I hope you are all enjoying the school holidays.  So happy we had a few days of glorious sunshine before the rain started.  But I’m sure many of you are also looking forward to the start of term and getting back into the routine.

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The little things

Aaahhh.  I sit here at the end of the 4 day Easter weekend, tired and happy with a glass of bubbly.  Not much was accomplished, not many things were ticked off the to-do list, not much socialising was done, but much chocolate was consumed, lots of pottering around the house, walks with the kids and hanging out together, the four of us.

Just what we needed – perfect.

Gorgeous evening light on the street and a willing model (poser).And a glorious time collecting sea glass at our favourite beach spot.And my new favourite shot of the two of us, taken recently.The little things, like hanging out with the family, are really the big things for us.  I hope you all had a wonderful and relaxing Easter holiday.

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For better or worse…

…in sickness and in health.

Never have those words been tested more than this past week – it was a two pronged attack.  I won’t go into details, but I was as sick as a dog and my husband stood true to his vows.  Not sure I want to be tested in that way.  But, all better now.  Secondly, our PC did weird things after various security upgrades, etc.  Eventually we restored back to the previous weekend, but it was a scary time.

So much of our lives are now on our computers, in cyberspace.  Not just the annoying little things like bookmarks, tabs on the tool bar, but documents, receipts, bank accounts.  “How do we pay the preschool invoice?”  was an interesting one.  And of course, the blog – I missed two, TWO blog posts.  I didn’t think I would be so upset.    But mostly, I was worried about the photos.  Were they all still there?  Have we lost anything?  Oh my gosh!  Thank goodness my hubby is the tech man and has multiple backups, security, etc.  It’s his strategy to have me never leave him – it’s working.

But it had me start thinking about what really was important.  Most things can be replaced, with time and losing a few hairs, but the photos, those images of the kids as babies, the wedding photos, the holidays, our daily life… They cannot be replaced. The images I capture every day are my journal of life.  The words are important but they are the accompaniment to the visual for me.  The photo tells the story.  One image says so much about a moment.  All the memories flood back.  So, people, make sure you back up your computer regularly, and have multiple copies of your images, somewhere.  Or maybe, even, print some out and frame your favourites.  Enjoy them now, just in case one day  they are lost in cyberspace.

And to that end, I recorded our Good Friday.  The little things, the important things.

The girls chose the morning swimming spot.And a very belated Black Forrest birthday (ok, it’s Easter) cake for me after my recovery.  Yay, our favourite patissiere was working on Good Friday.And an afternoon spent chilling at home with the girls while they played with their other sisters (our neighbours).  “Mum, they are like our sisters aren’t they!”While the mum’s supervised, drank tea, nibbled on pastries and chatted with everyone else in the street, until the sun went down.A pretty perfect sunny autumn day.  Happy Easter everyone.  Hope you are spending it with the people you love.


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