Monday, 31 December 2012

Happy New Year!!!

Hey everyone! It's around 1am here in old Melbourne town and my party goers have fallen asleep. So I'd thought I would wish my loyal followers, friends and family a Happy New Year for 2013.

But before I do, I'll give you a little bit of what we did to celebrate the New Year in. We decided not to go to our usual New Year celebrations because I had a bout of tonsillitis since Christmas, and I really don't think the penicillin I'm on and copious amounts of alcohol would do me any good, so we opted to have a quiet one at home instead. We decided earlier in the day that we would have a spread of cold cut meats, salad vegetables, fruit, Brie, Naan bread for the lovely Morroccan style Dukkah my mum bought me for Christmas & rice crackers for the cheese, and top it off with some Lindt balls for dessert. We also had a fine spread of juices to make mocktails for the boys and I discovered 'cocktails in a cask' for me... Cosmopolitans & Midori Splices on tap in the fridge... what a scary proposition to live with that all year round! (doctor said it was OK to have a little bit of alcohol on penicillin!) We made our mocktails, complete with strawberry stuck on the edge and paper umbrellas and indulged in our spread!
We sat and watched 'Real Steel' on DVD, followed by the behind-the-scenes shots, which was pretty amazing and then decided to play Cluedo by candlelight....

oh... and glow stick! It was actually quite fun finding Peacock with the dagger in the bedroom, especially after we convinced the 9 year old that he had to stop guessing so quickly because he kept getting it right!!

We played a little balloon volleyball using the dining table as the net then sat down and watched the fireworks on TV. There was talk about watching another movie after the fireworks finished, but somehow my boys got cosy and fell asleep on top of me. 

This week has been a fabulous week for us enjoying each other's company and just being a family... a team in every possible way. I love my boys and love the joy they bring to me.

I hope you and your family have found the same warmth, love and happiness I have in my little family and that 2013 brings more opportunity to just enjoy the little things, harness the big things, have some amazing adventures, enables you to get out of your comfort zone, and helps you find the real You in 'you.'

A toast to good health, good hearts and great happiness in 2013!
Cheers! xx


Sunday, 30 December 2012

Sun, Swimming & Cycling

Yesterday was an unexpected day of exercise. I'd been saying to the boys since Christmas Day that we need to jump on our bikes every day to get some fresh air and work off the Christmas calories, but as I came down with tonsillitis the day after, we've been a little bit home bound.

My 9 year old only wanted to go for a 15 minute ride, as he's not a fan of bike-riding (only because he still struggles to be confident with it). So equipped with our Camelbaks, I suggested we should just go... and go we did!

Instead of going directly to the beach, we took a couple of side streets a bit further up Sandringham before we hit the beach on the Sandringham/Hampton border. As usual, it was my 11 year old up front, then my 9 year old and me tagging behind... just so I can keep an eye on them. It was a beautiful sunny day, and the ride seemed effortless. I had no complaints from the little one as we peddled past our last ride's turning point - Brighton Beach station and worked our way up to the iconic Dendy Beach, passed the Brighton Baths with its adjoining dog beach (and pedestrian madness!), along the Golden Mile (Melbourne's most expensive real estate), towards Elwood.... Passed the Elwood Lifesaving Club, over the Elwood Canal bridge towards Riva and St Kilda Yacht Club till we hit Luna Park! Absolutely NO COMPLAINTS the whole ride. 13 kilometres (8 miles).


I was so proud of them, that I said they could have a ride at Luna Park as a reward. We arrived at the entrance of the 100 year old amusement park to see a line meander outside the gate and around the corner (at least 100 people waiting outside to buy a ticket). The boys made the decision that it wasn't that important to have a ride. So they opted for McDonalds for lunch instead.

They ate their lunch, then we embarked on our trek back home. We jumped on our bikes and, oh no, we had a head wind. (No wonder it was so easy to get so far!) About five minutes into the trek, my 9 year old started complaining... "My legs are sore, I have a stitch, I want to walk" WALK! Who wants to walk 13 kilometres home? Our really really long trip home was a combination of stopping at an ice-cream van...
flaking out on the grass, walking up hills, riding down hills, bribes! (I said that if he gets on his bike and doesn't do any more walking, then there will be no homework today... I've been setting 4 pages of homework for them over the holidays just for them to keep their brains working and give them a head start in the New Year) and pointing out the trip in short steps just to make it seem quicker to get home.

So what I estimated as being about a 45 minute trip there, turned out to be an hour and 45 minute trip home. At least we made it! A 26 kilometre round trip (16 miles).

We came home, and literally walked in the door when a friend called. We had been meaning to catch up over the past week, but circumstances just hasn't allowed it to happen. She was handing her kids to her ex-husband today for a week, so this would be the last time we could catch up for our kids to play. She suggested we go to MSAC (Melbourne Sports & Aquatic Centre... where they had the Melbourne Commonwealth Games). I told her about our trek, and she was happy for my boys to have an hour or two rest, before the next physical exertion.

My nine-year old fell asleep instantly on the couch, while my 11 year old enjoyed some quiet time playing Wii by himself. At about 5pm, my friend picked us up and we drove a little beyond our bike riding trek to Albert Park to MSAC. The boys were excited about being with their friend and getting to go to a different swimming facility. They were so excited, they ended up in the wishing fountain out the front!


It was such a great time to go, as the crowds had gone, and they had full rein of all the facilities. And I mean 'full rein'... hardly a person in sight.
After about an hour and a half in the pools, they were closing and it was time to go grab some dinner and head home.

We dropped the boys home, grabbed some fish n chips, my friend and I had a glass of bubbly at True South, the local Tapas bar while we waited for our fish n chips to be cooked, then headed back to some very wary, and slightly sun burnt kids (as we were only supposed to be gone for 15 minutes remember!)... you can see the t-shirt tan on the 9 year old doing his bomb into the water!).

I'm not sure how the boys are this morning... They have been awake for 15 or so minutes and I haven't heard any complaints of sore muscles... and I'm dreading getting out of bed to feel how my muscles will react (as they were agonisingly sore last night)... but that will be another blog tomorrow... as the New Year comes in!






Friday, 28 December 2012

When Quantity Doesn't Provide Quality

One thing my lover used to say to me, as he was on the other side of the world and I was stuck in Australia, was 'take advantage of all the daily advances from potential suitors.' I used to say 'what suitors?' 'what advances?' I knew there were a couple of guys interested in me, but I had no inkling for them, and I never had anyone make an advance on me who would qualify for my extensive list of desirable qualities.

Do us single mothers have blinkers on with all the potential suitors out there? Or are we just super fussy because any man that comes into our lives must be potential step-father material for our children? I really don't know... but after having five different guys occupy my time via text messages, Facebook chatting, Skype chatting and neighbourly chatting over the past week (mind you, two of them are married, supposedly happily, and two are in relationships), each one of them show a different level of caring for me when I only enjoy their friendship and nothing else. I know most would love to jump into bed with me, but I just can't bring myself to do it. And I know there are possibly a couple more male friends of mine who would love to take me to the next level with our friendship, but they don't offer me what I want. It's interesting though, they are eager to chat with me regularly, but there are no flowers sent to me on my birthday, or knocks on the door with some chicken soup when I tell them that I'm sick. It just shows how superficial their interest is in me...

Is there a strange correlation to the men that I attract? Out of the seven men that I can think of who have either spoken to me in the past week or have shown interest in me over the past year or more, there are many who remind me of my ex-husband - struggling to be successful in their career, feeling like they deserve more in life, or putting the wrong emphasis on the wrong syllable and disheartened with why the world isn't doing right by them. It's like they want me to rescue them from their own stupidity. Don't get me wrong, they are nice enough guys in their own way, but there are some who are in their early 40s and living in a share house, one who complains about his wife not giving him sex (oh, so because I was involved with a married man ONCE, it gives them the right to think that I will do it again, or with ANY married man!) and one who thinks he's God's gift to women as he has an enormous cock (which I heard about from his flatmate) and wants to put it inside anything that's female (again, something his flatmate told me about).... but for some reason, he thinks I'm a great catch because I am the ultimate mother to my kids, so he'd love me to be a 'mother' to him!! Or maybe because I'm resisting him that I'm a challenge to his normal sexual reality.

And I guess that's what it's all about... men just want another 'mother' to look after them. And I don't want that... I want someone who WANTS to look after me... in all aspects in life. Not necessarily financially, but at least be able to look after themselves financially and not bludge off me. I think it becomes so much harder to find someone when you have kids, because you aren't just looking for you, you are looking for someone to be right for your kids. My 9 year old is constantly wondering out loud 'I wonder who my step-father would be?' And I just say to him back 'Yes, I would like to know who he would be too!' He desperately wants someone to be inspired by, look up to and proud to call 'Dad' but there really isn't anyone who meets the mark.... yet.

I truly believe 'time' will give us the man we want in our lives... a man who is perfect in every way for me, and a man who my boys can look up to as a step-father. I'm in no rush, I have things for myself and my boys to do before someone can complicate our lives with their needs and time. One day, 'quality' will come from all the 'quantity' and we will find someone to love.


Thursday, 27 December 2012

So Much for Some Time Off!

Well... it all depends on your version of 'time off.' For me, 'time off' means time to meet up with friends and family when you're too busy working, driving the kid's taxi and keeping up with paying the bills... like what you do for most the year. 'Time off' gives you freedom to go for a long drive, sit on the beach all day, enjoy a casual walk admiring the streets, do some high-adrenalin activities, and of course, catching up with friends, enjoying a glass of bubbly and forgetting about your woes... And I was so looking forward to having some 'time out' time off this week after all the hoop-lah of the Christmas festivities were over but....

I've come down with a bout of acute tonsillitis that is aching my whole body, making me struggle to talk with the balloon in my throat, and even the simplest activity of stacking the dishwasher makes me feel like I breaking out in a feverish sweat. I'm no fun for anyone. Luckily, my boys have PLENTY of new Christmas presents to keep them occupied. And they are being so sympathetic to my needs. They gave me a back massage last night, helped cut up the salad vegetables last night for their dinner and have stopped all the unnecessary bickering between them. (Maybe I should be sick more often!)

So, instead of doing all the things I wanted to do... catching up with friends, afternoons on the beach, bike rides along the beach paths, etc... I'm looking at where I can plan my next holiday, when I really should be finishing my book. There's a 22 bedroom, 14 bathroom gite in France for $AU360 a night! Anyone want to join me?

Tuesday, 25 December 2012

Merry Christmas

After seeing and talking to friends and family about their Christmas's this year, there is an overall theme going on... peace between everyone. After the shooting 10 days ago, and many other atrocities, how small they are since, many count their blessings even more so this year to have their loved ones around them.

It's the little things that matter...

My neighbours had their family over on Christmas Eve for their family tradition, and even though there is one family member who no one has talked to in over a year, they decided to make a 'replica' of him with a football head, blown up rubber glove hands, t-shirt and shorts, wrapping paper tube legs and some thongs (flip flops) for feet and put him on an outdoor seat, just to have the sense that he was there. They even gave him a beer to enjoy. They even included him in part of the conversation, asking him what he thought of things... which was hilarious, but sweet at the same time.

A friend of mine lost her mum before Christmas. Her ex-husband has always had her kids at his house Christmas morning due to his European style Christmas Eve being a drunken long night of family occasion. but this year, her husband said 'he' would drive her kids back to her place at midnight (it's a 25 kilometre/15.5 mile drive) so she could have her kids on Christmas morning. She felt so lucky to have them with her to wake up to when she has been so fragile over the past few weeks. She then had Christmas lunch at her sister's place and opened a bottle of Mumm champagne to toast her mum for Christmas, then has felt lucky to have her kids and her nephew around at her place Christmas evening.

There was no bickering at my family Christmas... which is a little bit of a first. No telling kids off, or unappreciated presents, no kids crying because one hurt the other. No heavy food, as we all have to bring a course, and usually someone over does it forgetting who they are catering for. We ate as it came out, casually and very relaxed. Mum announced that she would like to take us away as a family for a weekend to a sleepy coastal town as the entire family (17 people) as a gift from my Grandad's Estate to all of us, which is nice and appreciated.

My Facebook friends all seem to have had lovely days... plenty of wine drunk, getting together with cousins in out of the way places, lots of laughter and banter. Even plenty of family group shots posted. Maybe I'm noticing for the first time, but I don't think it's been so obvious before that people are happy to have the family group shot posted on Facebook.

The theme behind the peace is love and acceptance... I sincerely hope, if you are still enjoying your Christmas Day with your family and friends, that you too are feeling a warm happiness of love and acceptance. Merry Christmas to all my loyal readers and friends. Let's hope the Mayans are right, and post December 21, 2012 is the time of a new era in this world where everyone finds peace and happiness.

Sunday, 23 December 2012

Giving Something to Yourself This Christmas

As a single parent, it's normally a hard time of year financially and emotionally. You want to give the best to your kids even if you can't afford to give them the gifts you want to give them, and your kids are usually too young to think about buying you a present or making something for you on their own accord, and there is generally no other adult around to actually suggest it to them. So what do you do for yourself to make Christmas a little bit more festive, and make you feel less forgotten?

Give yourself some little pleasures....

Ask a friend to look after your children for a couple of hours so you can enjoy a chick-flick by yourself or a friend, rather than seeing the latest Pixar or Dreamworks movie.

Put some new batteries in your sex toy to give yourself a little bit more of a 'buzz' this Christmas.

Wrap up a couple of items you need to replace - lipstick, mascara, a new scarf, or even something small you don't need to replace but would like to have in your home.

Make a nice breakfast for Christmas morning... waffles with berries, eggs benedict, just something you wouldn't normally do.

Give your children the joy of handing out the presents, so you feel like you are getting something from them when you hide your gifts under the tree.

Put a Christmas card in the letterbox of someone you'd like a date with... a Dad from school, a neighbour, or your sister's single friend... who knows, you might get lucky!

Watch your favourite movie cuddled up under a duvet with a cup of hot chocolate (with a hint of your favourite liqueur) and a box of chocolates.

Whatever it is, spoil yourself, make yourself feel good about yourself and reward yourself for being a great single mum or dad. BECAUSE YOU ARE!!! Who knows... you might actually be praised by others for all your tireless efforts in being a single parent, but if you don't, at least you've done something for yourself to make Christmas special.







Saturday, 22 December 2012

Flashing Fences and Fairy Lights

Tonight, the boys and I went 'street stalking' for homes dressed in all the festive cheer. In previous years, we've seen the hours lining up along Beach Road with all their shimmer and light, but this time, we thought we would discover a couple of hidden secrets. A scanned the internet and some Facebook recommendations from friends to see what was around locally. I had no idea that people actually jumped out of their cars, were allowed to roam around the front gardens of these home and enjoy the beautiful displays of lights, blow up Santas and Christmas trees and painstaking effort some people put into creating these illuminating marvels, but it's nice to see the Christmas spirit is alive amongst the community.

For the locals, we started in Park Road Cheltenham... the one and only place where I forgot to take my camera (sorry). We then drove along Blamey Street in Bentleigh East, turned right into one of the side streets and found a swarm of cars lined up to get into Gladesville Drive... and this is where we got out and took most of our photos.

This house looked like it had fireworks going off around it.

This house was the Taj Mahal of lights where everyone was gathered around and they even had a Santa handing out candy canes to the kids.
 There was even a doggy dressed in lights :)


The tropical Christmas night garden.

It was a nice break from our heavy duty cleaning day I told you about yesterday (yay! It's all done... cleaned out the boy's cupboards, the fridge, 4 loads of washing, cleaned windows, 3 dishwasher loads - one due to unmentionables in the fridge), plenty of vacuuming, cleaned out the boys school bags so they are ready for next year, dusting and throwing stuff away... let's see how long it stays that way!). 

The weather was perfect for a night time stroll (it's going to be 39 degrees Celsius tomorrow, so we're primed for some pre-Christmas heat). Who knows what the day will bring us!

Happy weekend :)




Thursday, 20 December 2012

The Last Day of School

Help!! It's school holidays! Time to spend every waking moment with the kids for us, it's one day off six weeks. It's a little bittersweet, as I actually have time off to spend with my boys in the first half of the holidays, but work is already making itself known on January 8th.

So what are the plans? Today, they finish school at 1.30pm. I said I will take them out for lunch as an end of school treat. I'm sure there will be bickering about where we go, but I have a feeling a trek back to St Kilda might be on the cards. We are having Christmas drinks at a friend's house tonight and have been asked to take a plate, so I've decided to do camembert, quince paste & pear kebabs for the adults, and marshmallows, chocolate & strawberry kebabs for the kids (and I'm sure the kids at heart!).

Tomorrow is the big clean up day... sort out clothes in the cupboards that don't fit anymore, wash the sheets, vacuum, clean out the fridge and everything to make the place perfect for the beginning of the holidays.

Christmas Eve is traditionally a day the boys spend with their father... they are very apprehensive about going, something I've organised with their aunts as the boys don't want to be in his care, but want to see their cousins. I discovered a rash under my oldest son's armpits last night that he tells me stings, which I'm sure is nerves/stress about seeing him for the first time in 3.5 months. If he's like his mother, who's prone to stress related skin rashes (so much so that when I was married, my right hand couldn't even cope with touching water as it was so dry, it would crack and bleed constantly, and my skin was so sore it was impossible to bend my fingers, and no topical treatment would help), it wouldn't surprise me if this rash appearing now is due to spending time with his father.

Christmas Day is at my parent's place this year. We have an extra three family members attending this year (as two were in post-natal care in hospital last year, and one wasn't born), so it should be good with so much more wrapping paper to play with.

Then it will be a relaxing time off of enjoying our bikes, the beach, hopefully finishing my book (I've made more progress... up to 68,000 words now), maybe a day trip or two into the country, catch up with friends and I'm sure the boys will be indulging in their Christmas presents.

In the second week of January, work starts up again and I've booked the boys into a Cartoon Camp for 3 days, which they are very excited about (as am I, so I can have 3 days of silence!). Then they have almost 3 weeks left of holidays before my oldest starts his last year of primary school and my youngest works out that he only has a year left of having his big brother around to look after him in the school ground.

I've said to both of them that they have to do some homework every day to make sure they stay on top of things, as my oldest will sit for a couple of scholarships/entrance exams early in the new year, and my youngest, with his learning disabilities just needs to not fall behind, as he does so much over such an extended break from school.

I've told them that I don't want to hear the words 'I'm bored' anymore, as they will have plenty to do inside and outside, and we will be limiting TV watching so they can enjoy the sun.

So that's the plan... hope it works for all of us and there isn't much fighting or frustration. But all in all, I get the best hugs from my boys and the most beautiful smiles from them almost every day to show me that they are happy, healthy and enjoying life with me. That's all I can ask for.... hope I feel the same by the time the last day of the holidays comes around :)

Wednesday, 19 December 2012

Positive Friends

There are three outstanding people in my adult life, who, no matter what, see the positives in whatever is presented to them.

One of my friends lost her mum last week.... she'd been the primary carer for her for the past 4.5 years, and she sees herself as being so lucky that she had a beautiful mum, a loving relationship with her and that her mum was such an inspiration to others. She is a single mum who just so happened to have lost her boyfriend the day her mum died for his own reasons, but she did whatever she could do to put her energies into finalising her mum's life. Her 14 year old son, is in an accelerated program at school, and on the same day as her mother's funeral, she attended his award's ceremony, where he received an award for the most outstanding academic achievement for his year level. He beat the odds where he is self-motivated, dedicated to his studies, but still has time to be a kid - he skate boards everywhere, has a great group of friends, plays video games, even makes his mum a cup of tea because she thinks she needs one... an unbelievable kid, who's parents split five years ago, and somehow manages his life between both homes.

Another friend, was married in her late 30s and had her one and only child in her early forties. She laughs at the fact that her husband wants his big boy toys when all she's bought him for Christmas is a pair of board shorts and a packet of socks. She laughs when her husband buys her a birthday present, like a kayak or wetsuit that just happens to fit him, not her. She doesn't mind if things don't go to plan... she's very cruisy, always thinking of others and is constantly smiling.

Then my dearest friend, has had a few years of the most unfortunate events in her life that just seem to be continuing. For most, they would have committed suicide, broken a law, done something to change the direction of life because the life she lives is just so unforgiving, but she keeps going on. Her latest crisis is more personal and somehow she sees it as being a relief than a heartache. It's a relief because at least she wasn't feeling like her mind was going insane and something really 'is' happening. No matter what, she just keeps soldiering on.

But there is also a friend of a friend, who's been diagnosed with a rare form of cancer a little less than 2 years ago. She's had operation after operation and somehow remains positive, doing motivational talks, telling people how wonderful her life is due to the support of family and friends. She's doing everything she possibly can to fulfil her life, including getting married last month. But she knows her end is near, and even had a 'goodbye' party last weekend. She truly is an inspiration to so many.

So for all those who feel life, especially at this time of year, is getting too much for them, spare a thought for those who are going through so much more... Perspective is huge, and what personal crises we may be going through ourselves, are truly nothing to those who've lost a loved one or going through a personal health crisis... be thankful for what you've got and hug those who mean the most to you. Be in the moment and give so much love, and then you'll feel the energy change and you'll feel good about who you are and what you mean to so many.

Tuesday, 18 December 2012

Six Degrees of Mental Health

Over the last few days, while people all over the world debate about gun control, mental health issues or any other factors that could have possibly stopped Adam Lanza from shooting those innocent children and teachers, I've had debates of my own. I've been told that I'm 'condescending,' I 'have no clue' and essentially, I have no idea what I'm talking about by a few so-called friends.

So here's my chance to state my claim on what I know.

My way of debate is to open the conversation to all what ifs, buts and maybes. I like to question EVERYTHING. I look at all the available information and enjoy construction, educated banter with friends, colleagues and family who have the personal expertise or information to back themselves up, and I present information that I research and/or have had personally experienced or been involved with myself. I do not judge, name call and I try to be fair in all that I write and say. I am a writer, a researcher and I pride myself on looking at all angles to be as objective as possible before making comment, and MOST my comments are looking at the bigger picture, seeing an issue from a different angle and raising awareness, not being narrow-minded with what only a chosen few chose to present.

When the Connecticut tragedy first happened, I claimed that the failure in mental health assistance for Lanza was PART of the reason the tragedy happened. I did not discount that gun control had to happen in the US, and I fought like buggery between friends to say that we in Australia could not be immune to something like this happening in our backyard, let it be with guns, knifes, bombs or any weapon of mass destruction. I argued that there were 22 students stabbed in a school in China that same day the Connecticut tragedy happened, which went largely unnoticed, but even in our smallest sleepiest state of Tasmania this past weekend, a 9 year old girl witnessed her mother and her mother's partner being shot and killed by her mother's past lover. Yes, it wasn't a mass murder by the same degree of the Connecticut horror, but still, what nightmares this 9 year old girl will have over her life, as will the little girl who pretended to be dead when the rest of her class were shot dead in Connecticut, their lives and their mental wellness are ruined forever.

What most people don't know, is that I have been heavily involved and actively see the very heartache in families who are affected by children and family members with mental health concerns. If it's ADHD, Aspergers, Autism, learning disabilities or maniac depression, for the ones who work with these people every day and seek to find the positives in their lives, the chosen angels who help these kids, give them a label of confidence in who they should be... They are the 'exceptionally gifted.' Many of these children, and even adults who can't control their brain or conform to society, have exceptionally high IQs, are talented in so many fields, they just aren't accepted socially with their peers and in the education system, which can be so frustrating and heartbreaking for many parents, as I, myself, am one of those parents.

So for all those who think I pigeon hole people with mental illness, think again. I embrace them, I help them, I befriend them, I don't fear them... I listen to their daily struggles, I petition for more government funding, I write letters to Education ministers to give these kids a better chance to survive and not feel alienated. I fight with the schools who don't want to include my child in their national testing as they fear he will lower their performance standard. I do what I can to ensure these children are given the same right as every other child in our country to an education that suits their needs and their learning abilities.

I deal with self-esteem issues every day, where my child has been telling me for the last four years that he wants to kill himself. Can you imagine a five year old saying that to you? He hides from the world when nothing seems to make sense to him, or his friends alienate him. He struggles when his teacher puts him in a reading group with an Autistic child and a Korean girl who doesn't know English. He feels alienated. He can't cope with being abandoned. He draws pictures of him putting a gun to his father's head because of all the pain he goes through, as he believes, from his father's actions, lack of attention and words, that he doesn't care about him.

The thing is, I'm not the person who hides myself in committees trying to come up with some political solution to these problems, I'm at ground zero feeling the hurt and struggles these children go through like many parents. I will be their voice, not only for my child but for many others who follow.

I am lucky, that my child has found an outlet that he loves and gives him positive energy... he loves to draw. But I worry every day that the next ten years of his schooling, when he will most likely have the most amount of social interaction in his life, he will have some extremely low days with his self-esteem that he could do something to either harm himself or someone else. He knows I don't condone any type of violence with weapons. I refused to allow my children to have or play with anything that resembles a knife or gun, unless it's a brightly coloured water pistol, but who knows if by some chance, he may get hold of a weapon without my knowledge and cause some harm.

My son is the most loving child a mother could ask for. He doesn't have any stand out behavioural issues, so he doesn't get any government funding or help. I've had to do all the work myself in finding him the right tutor, psychologist, speech therapist and diagnostic tests to ensure he is getting the help he needs. But I can only do so much. At this stage, what he has is quite mild, but as someone kindly pointed out to me today, mental instability progressively gets stronger as hormones kick in and other social activities make them feel isolated and depressed. I know this... as I had a dear friend from primary school who had maniac depression, and killed himself a couple of weeks before his 21st birthday. If I can teach my son, that there is something out there for him, where he can use his exceptional gifts and talents to be the best he can be, and nurture those talents, then maybe, just maybe he will rise above the cream and be successful in his chosen field, without worrying about feeling socially isolated.

Mental health is a concern both here and in the United States, and possibly many other countries in this world (I just haven't seen the research to make that statement clearer). Our prisons are becoming institutions for those who the system can't help. Mental health assistance can't be just for those who can afford it, it needs to be for the broader community. Who knows where the money will come from to help these people, if the governments choose to do something, but maybe we should be helping our own, instead of helping other countries to the extent that we do. Charity starts at home... if only our governments can see it.

So for all my so-called friends who think I have 'no clue' about anything in this world if it's here or in the US, think again and stop judging, as you have never walked in my shoes, as I have never walked in yours, but at least I consider your situation, unlike you consider mine.

Sunday, 16 December 2012

Which box to tick...

As a divorced single mum, it annoys me that there are 'marital status' boxes on forms. Some are simple - married/de facto or single. Others prod into other information which, quite frankly, is nobody's business.... divorced, separated, widowed, single parent... really why does it matter?

I can understand for Census information it helps with statistics, but when you're getting a loan, applying for a job, looking for a rental apartment, buying a car, going to a physiotherapist... why does it matter?

Does being divorced tell a bank that you can't afford to pay the loan, or does it suggest to the bank that you maybe getting alimony even if you have a job? Does being widowed assume that you received a large life insurance settlement when your spouse died? Does being a single parent make the property manager see you as a potential risk to the property because there is a stigma out there that single parents have unruly kids? Does 'separated' tell the form reader that there is the possibility of huge legal fees, so they are a risk? It's just so wrong, to generalise when every circumstance is different.

Everyone had a different ability to pay off a loan, pay their rent, apply for that amazing job... everyone get different levels of support from family, friends and neighbours with their children if they are married or not, so why should a marital status be important?

Would it matter if I ticked 'single' rather than 'divorced?' As I do fit under both umbrellas... If anyone can give me a valid reason why 'marital status' matters on ANY form, except gaining statistical information for the government, I think 'single' will be my status no matter what... after all 'Sex and the Divorced Mum' just doesn't have the same vitality, does it? ;)

Friday, 14 December 2012

Waking Up to Some Horrific News

We love our kids, no doubt. We would do anything for them... But when you wake up to see that there have been two school tragedies overnight on two sides of the world... one in Connecticut where 27 people were killed including 18 kindergarten students allegedly by their kindergarten teacher's 24 year old son, and the lesser known one in China where 22 school children were hurt, two seriously (thankfully not killed) by a knife-wielding man, you have to hug your children even harder tonight.

Before I read this news, I was going to write a blog about '8 hours of fun.' As last night, my boys and I watched a movie at home (at which my 9 year old fell asleep), and when he woke just after 7pm, I asked him if he wanted to go ten-pin bowling, which we hadn't done for ages. He pepped up and we went. We had two games, they had hot-dogs and chips while I had nachos, and I bought them some tokens for the arcade games. We left the bowling alley at about 9pm and decided that the night was still young, so we thought about what we could do. We went to the local ice-cream shop, but it was closed, then went to the mall, played a few more arcade games, sat down for some Churros and iced-chocolates, thought about going to TGIFs for some cocktails/mocktails but decided against it, then went to see 'Here Comes the Boom' at 11.20pm with Kevin James in the cinema. We had to wait an hour before we saw the movie, so we played I-Spy in the cinema foyer, which was quite hilarious. The movie finished at 1.20am, upon which my 11 year old fell asleep in it, but my 9 year old was still peppy. It was so nice to have both my boys (and me) in good spirits (which generally doesn't happen when we go bowling), but it was s fun night all round. (OK, so now I wrote part of the blog I was going to write).

In reflection, it makes you cherish those moments even more, as if today was our very last day, we all know that last night we enjoyed each other's company, we showed each other the love and compassion we have for each other, and we are grateful that we have these times together, because so many families miss out. And now, the families of those 18 children who have tragically died in Connecticut will never be able to have these precious moments with their children ever again. Their Christmas will be heart-breaking, every birthday will be a horrible reminder of what could be, and as Obama said, these children had their whole lives ahead of them - they will never have another birthday, graduate, get married, have their own children... some mad person angry at their mother, destroyed their lives, destroyed the lives of their loved ones and destroyed the soul of the community.

If you want to do anything this Christmas, give to charities like Save the Children, who do so much to help children who need our help either in third world countries or even on our own doorstep when they are confronted with poverty, lack of educational needs and tragedies like these ones. Know that you are blessed to have the wonderful children that you have, no matter if they are your own, your nieces and nephews or your neighbours, be thankful you can hear them laugh. And for that little part of happiness in your life, give something back to someone who hasn't.

RIP children of Sandy Hook Elementary School.

Wednesday, 12 December 2012

Fireworks and Friends



Last night was the annual Bayside Christmas Carols at Dendy Park where about 20,000 locals congregate for a mass picnic, watch some of the local schools and community musical groups sing or play a Christmas carol or two and end the night with a fantastic display of fireworks.

Usually it's a night where parents sit and drink a glass of wine or a bottle of beer, relax and talk about the world, and the kids disappear, find their friends and run around with glow sticks and bracelets, flashing Santas and whirling pinwheels and you can never find them unless they want some money for Mr Whippy ice-cream or find some other useless thing to spend money on.

I met up with a friend of a friend last night, who I'd met a couple of times before. She's American, but been living in Melbourne for about 15 years. She was sitting with a couple of friends, another American from New York, a lady who works at the local pool and another lady who was a mum from the same school as the other three. Then another lady showed up... a lady I'd met at another friend's house at New Years Eve last year (a very wild New Years Eve) where unspeakable things happened and we chatted about our mutual friend, and discovered that the lady from the local pool knew our friend. It's quite scary how small the world is!

Anyway, as the night wound up with fireworks, my boys and I sat cuddled up together watching the brilliant light display as the girls chatted behind us. It was a nice night where the weather reached 29 degrees during the day, so it was a beautiful night to be sitting under the stars with a few thousand local friends! :)

Monday, 10 December 2012

The Spirit of Giving

One of my favourite all time movies is 'Love Actually.' A series of intertwining stories about love - how people seek it, what people don't see even if they are right at their feet, the love found after someone dies, love at work, affairs, families, looking overseas for love, love between different classes of people, love between different races, gay love, love between step-father/step-son, young love, friendships and lasting love. It really has it all... and it's a movie that's centred around Christmas time, when some families are bickering, some families feel the heat and some families just need each other. But it's also a movie that shows that family doesn't necessarily have to be blood, as many people are not physically close to their blood relations to enjoy this time of year.

Over the last few days, I've noticed the variety of love within families at this time of year. Some unexpected people come up to the plate to make an effort for their children/cousins to be together, even if the parents are fighting or not talking. Some people unite to give to charities through their work, that in itself, creates a bond within the work environment. Some people give close to home, when they realise a family member is struggling and need a helping hand at this time of year. I've seen friends who move closer to family to have their love and support, realise that when they are there, they get nothing of what they expected. Some family members do absolutely nothing to help those in need when they are in a perfectly good place to help either financially or give of their time.

But there is also perception... some people think that others are not helping, donating or participating in a 'communal' event, when in fact, behind the scenes, they are doing more than you would ever know. I've heard people donating large sums of money to Christmas charities when the rest of their work colleagues are donating a $20 present under the tree. I've heard of people donating large sums of money to family members who are struggling, but when the family get together, the family bicker about how that person makes no effort at all. I've seen people put in huge amounts of time and effort into their parents while their health is deteriorating, but the parents can only talk badly of their devoted son/daughter. It's just so sad, that people are judging without knowing the reality of the love and compassion behind the person they perceive so wrongly.

I've had a glimmer of hope over the last few days, that there might just be some good in the world between estranged families... that people get together for the Spirit of Christmas for the sake of the children and the sake of forgiveness. I've always had a concern that some people only make the effort when there's a special occasion, when they should be making an effort for no reason at all, except for when they see that there is a dire need for help, love or compassion.

I do believe that those who give from the heart are the ones who have seen or experienced extreme levels of hardship in their time. It's those people who touch the lives of others, as they too have been touched by the stories from people going through hardship that are so familiar to them from their own lives. There are many people who believe in karma... what goes around comes around... so this Christmas, no matter how difficult it may be, find the time, find a few dollars, forsake something for yourself and give to someone who needs it more than you or your children. As touching someone else's life unexpectedly, is so much more rewarding and is such a better Christmas present to yourself, than having some materialistic gift that gets short term pleasure.

Give where it's needed most...

Friday, 7 December 2012

Life is One Big Drama

I was reading something the other day how we have to stop living in dreamland, how our life can never be that of what we see in the movies and that the reality for most of us to expect our life to be one long monotonous ride of responsibility, financial burden and heartache. Life is not fair, and we need to grow up and realise that.

Ok, I think there are some valid points to those statements, but there can be parts of our lives that we can make bigger, better, more exciting and breathtakingly beautiful if we dream big and want what's important.

I think that's the key to it... validate to yourself, 'what's important to you?' Is it a big house, or just a home you can call your own? Is it living by the sea, the mountains, the city or the country? Where's your nirvana? Are you driven by the high-powered job, the money or your family? Do you love to travel or are you a home body? Do you love having family and friends around, or do you enjoy your own company? What is it that makes you 'you?' If you can identify those things in yourself, you can find the happier you, and maybe, just maybe, you could live the life that is synonymous with your favourite movie, favourite book or dream life.

Sometimes, you may get a glimmer in your life that's even more powerful than a movie scene, but the rest of your life is working hard to pay the bills. Would you be satisfied in your life knowing that you had 'your moment in time' as a week, a month or a year of blissful memories? Knowing that you will never get that life back again because even if you tried, you know that you'll be disappointed because it could never be as perfect as that first time?

But why can't you strive for different 'movie moments?' It may not be a romance, it could be something that makes you laugh out louder than you ever have before, it could be something so dramatically powerful that it keeps your heart beating fast creating unknown suspense and vitality. It could just be seeing the most beautiful moment in time - your children's joy, a peaceful sunrise, a glorious mountain view, a thunderous lightning show... whatever it is, you capture it in your heart and it stays with you forever.

So why do we need to accept that responsibility, financial burden and heartache are the sum of who we are? They certainly help us grow with maturity, but they don't give us happiness, glowing memories or experiences. I do believe that life is about working hard and playing harder. And if playing harder includes waking up at 4am and driving down the coast to enjoy the sunrise, splashing around in a waterfall in a national park, sharing an impromptu bottle of wine with a close girlfriend on the beach after work or just snuggling up under your covers with a good book next to an open fire... then enjoy those moments, enjoy the beauty they give you in your heart and love the person you are.

Thursday, 6 December 2012

Oh What Fun!

Today I did the dreaded 'Christmas shop while the boys are at school so they don't see what I get them!'

I had all these ideas, but some just didn't come off, even after checking the specialised shops - shops you'd expect them to be in. I wanted to get the boys a lightbox - you know, a box with light inside it so you can trace drawings easily (great for cartoon drawing). I went to the main art shop in the mall, didn't have them. Went to the haberdashery/craft shop, thought I'd definitely find one there, but no, they didn't. Then I left the mall and went to a high end artist shop, and they didn't either. I even checked out the $2 shop. My next stop was Ebay to see if they have them. They had a few - mainly lightboxes for signage displays, or if they were art-style light boxes, they were a few hundred dollars and A0 size. I just want a simple A4 size battery operated plastic shell with an opaque screen which shouldn't cost me any more than $20. It just isn't going to happen.

The next idea was a world globe. I wanted one which had a lot of cities marked out so we could put little stars on them when we visited a location. I saw some at a funky stationery shop called Typo a couple of weeks ago at a different mall, but I had the boys with me and I wasn't planning to buy it with them. They were $49.95, which was reasonably priced. I was happy to buy it, but when I went to my usual mall today, they only had tiny globes and had sold out of the big ones. So I went to the science shop, and their globes were $80-$300. I really didn't want to go to that extreme, and of course, the cheap one had hardly any city locations and had stupid little pictures of fish, food and flags all over it, something you'd give a 5 year old.

Another thing I was looking at getting my boys, was an electronic kit. I had them when I was younger and I loved mucking around with diodes, resistors, transformers, a soldering iron, wires, motors, etc. I remember making radios, lighting systems (parallel & series), fans, all types of gadgets in basic form. Again, the science shop, where you'd think they would be, didn't sell them. The other renowned electronics shop who used to sell them have just taken them off the shelves after having them there forever (as kids aren't buying them anymore) and the only place you can supposedly get them is from a specialised hobby shop. I've even had my parents searching for them, and they can't seem to find any.

However, after I did still manage to get a few (a few too many) things for them, I decided after 4 hours of shopping (including buying a few things for myself, as no one seems to remember me!) that enough is enough. I came home, put it all on my bed, worked out exactly what I have for each of my boys and decided, really, they have enough. They have plenty, they don't need anymore. They should be more than happy, especially since I had to replace so much for them this year. They know a few things that they are getting, but there are a couple of surprises.

After they came home from school, I had to go down to the post office. I ended up doing a little bit of a check around the village for anything that might be different and I couldn't resist the $1,000,000 US currency note printed on a gold wrapped block of chocolate, about the size of a Hershey bar, to throw in their stockings. :)

Tuesday, 4 December 2012

The Facts of Life

I had a conversation with a friend today about adding some condoms into the boys Santa stocking possibly at the end of their first year of high school. (that's only 2 years away! My oldest will be close to 13 and a half). Ok, so that might be a tad young to actually be using them as their intended use, but I told my friend that I didn't want to be a grandma at 43. He said, 'fair point.' But it made me think, what is an appropriate age for a parent to show some responsibility and realise that their kids are growing up?

I think adding condoms into the boys' Christmas stockings as their world changes in high school is the responsible thing to do. Not for them to go shag the first girl they come across, but just to experiment. Open the packet, work out how to roll it onto a banana, a cucumber, whatever tickles their fancy. They may think they are disgusting, they may be intrigued, but it gets them understanding that condoms are a necessary part of their sexual life. Who knows, they may just choose to put them in their sock drawer and leave them their till they really start getting into girls when they are fifteen, sixteen... they could still be virgins at nineteen! But for me, I would rather know that I have armed my boys with the right education in regards to sex, diseases, dating, respect and patience when it comes to girls than them knocking up a girl and wondering how it all happened.

At the same time, I don't want sex to be a taboo subject. I want my boys to open up to me when they are worried about a certain situation they don't know how to handle, I want them to come to me and ask. I'm lucky as my boys already ask me questions they aren't sure about, or I will tell them that they are being naive. And they know that I will correct them when someone from school tells that girls have a 'bagina' or that kissing will get you pregnant. It is empowering for them to go back to school with the right information and tell their friends (or foes) that they are wrong (because 'my mum said so!').

I think in this day and age, it's important for parents to be upfront about telling their children about sex. It is nothing to be ashamed about. If your child is asking the questions they are ready to hear the answers, and really, sex is a 'natural' part of life. Why would you want your children to feel it's shameful, dirty or inappropriate because you are uncomfortable answering the questions? Give them the confidence to be good respectful lovers, empowered with knowledge, respect and choice. As parents, it's our duty to do that, and by doing it, they will learn to make mature decisions, respect their own bodies and enjoy the warmth, comfort and exploratory nature sex can give them when their time is right.

Monday, 3 December 2012

The Heartache in Dating...

As a single mum, and talking to many single mums out there, the hardest thing to do, is find someone you can trust to share your life with you again. There are so many stages that make it difficult... mainly because you are the dedicated provider and carer for your children, and you never want anyone to come between you. Your children come first no matter what, and to juggle the time between work, your kids, housework and external family commitments, there really isn't much time for YOU.

I struggle at the moment, because I have my kids telling me more and more that they want me to find them a new Dad. And I want that for them more than anything. But I'm trying to finish my book, work, get the Christmas shopping done, look after sick kids and deal with way too many family celebrations over the next month (there are 6 family birthdays in the next month including 3 major milestones, plus Christmas). Hopefully by the time January 1st comes by, I might be able to breathe again!

So let's say I start dating. I manage to go out on a couple of lunch dates while the boys are at school, so they don't know that I'm 'trying on' some potentials. Say one lunch date, turns into two or three, and then he wants to take it to a dinner date, and possibly a 'let's go back to his place.' I feel I'm really into this guy, but I've been bitten too many times to introduce him too soon to the boys. After all, they want a new Dad, so I have to make sure he's right for them as well as right for me.

Ok, so I get the babysitter coming over once a week, so I can have a weekly escape with my new man. Do you think it should be an instant feeling that I know this guy is the right material to introduce my boys to him, or do I wait? But if I wait, and my boys don't have the same feeling for him as I do, or he doesn't like my boys, or hasn't the tolerance for them because his kids are beyond the age of mine, have I wasted my time? Aaaarrrggghhhh!!

Ok, let's paint this as a perfect picture.... I introduce him to the boys - the boys love him, put him on a pedestal. He loves the boys, even decides to be their basketball coach to interact with them more. He takes us on little weekends away, he attends all their sports matches, we meet his kids and all our kids get along perfectly. After a year or so, he proposes, I accept... with conditions... we maintain our financial independence. I need to know, that if for any reason our marriage doesn't make it, I can still be the supporting mother for my boys. He doesn't want those conditions... he wants us to merge everything because he doesn't want to think negatively down the track... he's thinking of the love he has for me and what we have. He's romantic, but not practical. I make a compromise... We maintain our financial independence until all our children are over 25... by then, they don't need our financial support for study and should be on their own two feet. At the same time, we should know that our marriage can still be wonderful without the time and effort we put into our children. He agrees.

But, after you've been through a torturous divorce, an attempt in dating that you truly felt you found your Mr Perfect, you've lost every ounce of trust in men because you've been deceived, used, put your heart on the line to do everything in your power to believe that someone actually loves you for YOU, how can you ever get to the point of finding a man who fits the perfect bill. You are always skeptical about their motives, you are always questioning their actions, you are afraid of getting your heart broken and your children's hearts broken again. How do you TRUST again?

It's the biggest Catch 22 out there. Most will say that if your children see you happy, they will be happy. Most single mums don't even bother with the dating scene because they want to invest their time in their children. Some have bedtime playmates with no strings and feel empty because there is no love in what they have. And others hold out that their Mr Right will sweep them off their feet any day now.

I guess the only way to know is putting yourself out there and trying guys on. Be true to yourself, be friends with your intuition and not fight with it and somehow, it might just work out the way you always dreamed.

Saturday, 1 December 2012

Seeing the Joy in Your Child's Heart

My boys have been through an intensely emotional time over the last 3 years due to my decision to break up my marriage. For my oldest, it was a relief that we broke up, however there has been the constant strain of having to deal with his father intermittently. For my youngest, it was devastating that we split, as he didn't know what was wrong. However, over the last nine or so months, he's seen what both his brother and I had seen in his father and decided that it was his father's doing more so than mine, because he was now being hurt by the constant disappointed and the constant lies he tells more and more every time.

So from that, you see where they defer their anger, defer where they thought they had love but didn't, and defer their emotions. They transfer their worries and concerns into playing video games, battling head-to-head with their Bey Blades (spinning tops in stadiums, working out different combinations of performance tips, weights & plastic screws to make the best top), drawing and sometimes making video recordings of themselves. For my youngest son, his drawings over the past year have been anything from babyish scrawl to detailed characters that he plans to sell to a video game company for their next Skylander, Mario & Sonic character or even a cartoon series. Most of the characters have sharp teeth or angry faces, which is in essence the state of his heart.

Last week, he asked me to buy him a drawing sketch book at 7.30pm on a Friday night. He pleaded like he was desperate to have it. So we went to the local stationery supplier and bought a 200 page plain white sheet sketch pad so he could draw. That night, he created about eight characters. On the Saturday, he drew another four. Over the past week, those characters have progressed from sharp pointed teeth monsters to cheeky faced smiling friends. Their eyes smile, they poke their tongues out and their mouths have big wide grins. And my son, has the beautiful smiling face he had before we split. His aura has come back, and it's so beautiful to see.

Whereas, my oldest son, his drawings have always been happy characters, and he's constantly telling jokes, he's sometimes annoyingly happy just to break the ice when there's too much seriousness to be had and he truly is a joy to have around. His persona generally changes to distress when someone from the outside world - the courts, lawyers or mediators, say he has to see his father. He's getting into making animation with his iPad, and today when I was scouring the shelves of a bookshop for a present for my nephew, my boys were quietly sitting in the back of the bookshop reading a book together for a good twenty minutes (before I told them we had to go!).

It really is nice to sit back and take in the beauty of your children - see them aspire to what fills them up with happiness. Sometimes you can see where life will take them, career wise, but sometimes its just seeing where they are developing their talents that could lead to other things. It's times like these that you have to nurture what they have and what they love. It's these moments in time where you see the love in their heart - for you, for what they are doing and for their surrounds, and it makes it all worthwhile.