In an elaborate birthday surprise scheme Errol believed I was dropping him at an ungodly hour to meet my dad for a bushwalk. Partly nervous he asked me “but why does your dad suddenly want to get me alone? I haven’t done anything wrong?!” I laughed and said that he just wanted to spend time with Errol and Errol continued looking quite worried. We all privately had a good laugh about this because I was in actuality dropping Errol to the train station with a bag packed for a weekend away with his best mates.
This year I’ve set myself some small, achievable goals and getting back into surfing is one. My little list in the notes on my phone being ticked off one by one.
So in the middle of winter I head down to Coolum beach and try and catch some waves. I am not fit, I have no idea what I am doing and it’s freezing cold but I’ll give it a go. Motivated by knowing my kids will follow my lead far for than anything I say and I can’t very well expect them to all grow up and be amazing, active adults if I don’t give them any example. Since I’ve already got them covered in examples of snuggling on the couch, lazy mornings in bed and really owning a single patch of sand on the beach, I thought I should give them a little diversity ;)
I wanted to catch the yellow flowers before their bloom had ended. On our way out to the highway past this patch (that was once more yellow than not) I’d think “oh, next time, I’ll stop and grab some photos” until one afternoon when the final flowers were in bloom and I realised how late I’d left it.
Sometimes, lately especially, as I transition to working full time and Errol to being the stay-at-home-parent I feel a lot of “last-minute-ness”, leaving things till I have no option but to do them and sometimes leaving them so late they don’t get done at all. Realising I don’t have the luxury to spend all day planning or executing photos for fun like I used and that taking photos for Florin’s 365 is frequently the last thing on my often overwhelming to-do list.
There’s a lot of shifting this year, for me. To let go enough to give Errol the space to be the more involved parent, to be able to pump milk and leave my baby way earlier than I’ve ever left a baby before, to roll with not having time to do everything I want to do. All this things new and strange and sometimes hard to settle into. But here I am watching our children blossom and learning that things always are good, just in different ways.
The day we took Priya to Australia Zoo for her 6th birthday and Florin met a Koala. I was particularly happy this day for an unrelated reason: Florin’s suit. I was hunting through some hand-me-downs from my sister in law that had clothes Priya or Theo had worn when I found this little suit, which was made by our friends – who ran a lovely little clothing business while we were growing up. Happy memories all packed into a little Stringybark echidna suit.