Sunday, May 11, 2014

Family roots








My boys love their family. This week, today in fact, my boys (mason more so)  played their last footy game with uncle Sean for a while. Uncle Sean is venturing off to the Navy and has a year of study and training ahead. It was a big decision that he has worked hard for. 

Bitter sweet to see this manly display of respect, love and adoration of my sons and their uncle, of my husband and his brother. Sean has a wife and daughter, who my boys adore greatly, and for the sorrow i know my boys may feel at not seeing him for that while, i know that pain will be ten fold for his small gorgeous family. 

Family roots

We will be here, supporting your family while you build a better life for them. Everyone is proud of you mate! You've got this ;)

19\52 | Mothers Day

part amphibious - he would play in here all day.

It's that time of year... when the summer tan starts to fade and the winter winds approach.

It's mothers day today. My children beamed into the room this morning after hubby ensured a small sleep in. They were ecstatic for a whole 5 minutes then preceded to carry on with their own little lives. I didn't mind. I was celebrating mothers day on the back of some nasty food poisoning, and so to be left alone was not a huge issue for me, in fact i welcomed the reprieve.

I laid in bed, drifting in and out of slumber, to the familiar sounds of my life, squeals, screams and giggles. Thumps to the walls and thrumming of little feet as they run through the house. 

Mothers day. A day to celebrate and acknowledge the hard work and sacrifices made and endured. Also a day to reflect and be grateful for the normality my life holds. 

Grateful for two little boys.

Grateful for their health.

Grateful for a supportive husband.

Grateful for financial security.

Grateful for family support.

Grateful for normality.

There are mums out there today making hard sacrifices for their families, mothers nursing empty blankets as they console themselves in the memories of a life lost. Mothers at work to earn money to put a roof over their child's head and a warm meal in their belly. Mothers who have no one but their own self to rely on. Mothers in hospital wards nursing sick children. Mothers fighting ugly custody disputes.

We come in all shapes and sizes, we try hard, we hurt, we strive and we make make sacrifices for the love a child, that simply, pure love.

So to all my mums out there,  i hope your day is special, and i hope you know how amazing you are!

Happy Mothers Day!

Linking in with Jodie and the 52 Project and the girls over at The Whole Hearted Journal

Sunday, May 4, 2014

18\52 | Chillin wit the boys

He is always looking for a way to find his own little space in the world.

He loves the bunnies, and i love how much he loves them... all on his own!
This week we found balance, we had coffee in the familiar hum of our local grind. we took venture to new places and found new and exciting places to explore. We came home and snuggled on the couch and made sure someone enjoyed his fav team on the box.