An act of letting go

An act of letting go

A voice called out, and my eyes wandered over. A lazy glance at a conversation that had nothing to do with me. Not expecting to be away from the place in my book for more than a moment, yet when I looked back down, the iPad had auto closed. Five minutes had passed and I'm not sure where they went. Her hair is different. Shorter, blonder perhaps. Gone are the casual sandals and shorts I seem to remember her living in; stylish but comfortable I would have said. Like she'd just stepped out of … [Continue reading...]

Catch the days

Catch the days

The days slip away quicker at this time of year, I'm sure of it. Moments are slow, treasured or dragging depending on what you're doing. But the days? They go by like one of those old movies, where the sheets of paper fly from the calendar in front of your eyes. Poss' school bag is coming home every night overflowing with the work that she's completed throughout the year. So proudly handed in at the time, it's now relegated to being shoved in with the old books, half pencils and leaky pens. … [Continue reading...]

How to be a good friend

how to be a good friend

In the years since Poss’ diagnosis, my friendships have been tested. Some have stayed, new ones have been formed, while others, some more like family, have gone. It’s a story that I’m sure other parents with special needs kids can relate to. In a way it’s understandable. My world is now different to theirs in the most […]

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A 60th, a celebration and a giveaway

A 60th, a celebration and a giveaway

A 60th birthday is a big deal. But not if you ask my step-dad. He’s a man of little fuss; happy with a good glass of red and some friends around him. No presents, no cake and definitely no singing of any kind. Well, not of the happy birthday kind anyway. That’s not to say […]

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Poss interviews | Steve Dimopoulos

Poss Interviews - Steve Dimopoulos

One of my favourite treasures from childhood is a letter from Paul Keating. I wrote to him, right about the time that my primary school was in danger of being closed down under the Kennett Government. It was the mid-nineties. The Labor party was still the Labor party, and not the party that has long […]

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Bonding over shoes: a tale of Orientation day

Bonding over shoes

We went shopping on the weekend. It was a crazy thing to do; Christmas trees are already up, light strung from every possible surface and that weird metallic smell of tinsel is already in the air. If I wasn’t looking at my calendar as I type, I would swear we’ve jumped a whole month and […]

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Renee Reviews | Shopkins

Renee reviews Shopkins

*This is a sponsored post* Poss is a collector. She falls hard and deep for things, immersing herself in their little worlds, before moving onto the next thing. She’s always ticking things off little sheets, knowing exactly which ones are outstanding and need to be tracked down. I can’t even tell you the joy that’s […]

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Just for a moment or two

Just for a moment or two

On Friday I had to give a speech. Not one, but two. I hadn’t prepared anything and instead I bumbled my way through both. At least I didn’t swear. Or at least I don’t remember swearing. Someone else in the room will need to confirm that. I did cry though. And I forgot all the […]

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Jump for joy

A jump for joy

Since she was a toddler, Poss has thrown herself off things, tumbled and fallen, before picking her self up to do it all over again. In the end we had to pull her bunks down, there were just too many falls. Or jumps. No height too high, no fence too narrow to balance on. Gymnastics […]

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And that’s all that really matters

And that's all that really matters

Over the years I’ve missed lots of things. Poss was a daycare baby and I’m pretty sure that she took her first steps towards someone else, maybe even spoke her first words into the ears of others. The girls, who were used to mothers overflowing with guilt, always handled these things delicately, but the guilt […]

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