Wednesday 31 May 2017

Tonight as I was putting Taylah to bed she started to tell me about how today in school a girl was telling the whole class who Taylah likes. At first (in my head) i was all like "oh...you like someonè, how cute"   but that didn't last long. She said it made her cry in class 😭😭😭

So i made myself comfortable and set in for a D&M with my girl. She told me she doesn't like telling a teacher because then the kids pick on her more. They call her weird and different and tell her she's not good at drawing.

I am so scared of kids being mean to mine at school. What can I say? How can I help her?

I want her to have confidence in herself so much so that these mean words don't hurt. But she hasn't learnt that yet.

She is weird and different, and I love it. I think she is so unique and the 'normal' kids is just boring.

She is kind. She is quirky. She oozes creativity and a love of culture and colour. She loves Karate, and old movies. She loves piano and acting a clown to cheer people up.

I hope she always feels ok to talk to me and I hope I always make myself available for her to talk to me. She said it makes her cry to talk about it, but I told her that it's not good to keep all that hurt inside.

As a mother, this world scares me. Everything that is bad or evil is or is going to at some point, attacking my family. Trying to tear their worth down. So i need to be on top of my game. Teach her of her infinite worth and her divine nature. Teach her to embrace her quirks and differences becuase they will allow her to view the world and do things in this world that noone else could do.

I don't know why so many kids think it's ok, even cool, to be unkind and mean.

I'm so happy she talked to me.

Writing it down

I've been thinking for some time now about starting my blog again, these days I struggle to find anytime at all to write in my journal so blogging is a convenient and quick way to continue to record my thoughts and feelings. But, being a public platform has it's consequences and affects the way in which I write, but I'm hoping to change that. I really don't think there's that many people who would read my blog let alone really care what I'm thinking and feeling. So, I'm going to give it a go.

It's been roughly 2 years since i dropped off the blogging world so these been a few changes taken place. We're happily setteled in Cowra for the time being. We welcomed another gorgeous boy to our family (cannot believe he's about to turn 1!!) Taylah is in year 5 and in her second year of doing Karate and just this year she started piano lessons! Yes, my husband brought me a piano which I absolutely love and I'm so excited that T is learning now and doing so well at it too.

Mathias does two dance classes, he loves dancing. He is also playing basketball which he seems to have a natural talent for. He is in year 3 and just got baptised in March.

Carter turned 5 in February, but I kept him home this year instead of sending him to school. I struggled making the decision but feel so glad that I did keep him home, it was a combination of him not being quite ready for it and myself so not ready to let him go...I'm already dreading February 2018 having to let him go 😢

Micah is our gorgeous little one who is such a welcomed and long awaited bundle of joy. He totally threw us off with his white skin topped off with a hint of red in his hair, a Scottish throw-back thanks to kerrys Scottish great-grandparents. He has blue eyes to match his brothers, and a smile to die for.

Kerry is busy with work and two callings keeping him pleanty busy as 1st councillor on the branch presidency and the district young mens president.

I'm kept super busy with keeping house and running around after the 4 kids and two callings, 1st councillor on the district primary Presidency, which I pretty much do nothing, and young womens president in our branch which keeps me super busy.

To be honest, i wouldn't have it any other way. I'm learning to be greatful for the busy and be weary of the down time. I know I'm not progressing, leaning or growing if I'm not doing anything or avoiding doing anything. I love being a mum, don't get me wrong it is so super hard 99% of the time and it sucks. But that 1% is pure solid heaven. I may be exaggerating the percentages there, but after all the crappy down days, they are the greatest blessings my greatest joys my greatest love that I could have never imagined in my wildest dreams.