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There goes 2016

The time has come to farewell another year done. To welcome in the next 12 months, make those resolutions and reflect on what has been.

So much has happened for us this year.

My job is steady while my husband has just started his third due to unforgiving circumstances.

We got through the red tape that is the Govt with finances and are on the way to building our first home – there is much to learn and we look forward to this.

Mr 20 is cruising along with the gf and work and invites himself to dinner on regular basis.

Mr 17 finished year 11 and within a week gained himself an electrical apprenticeship. We are ecstatic and he is happy in his quiet, unassuming way.

Mr 12 has finished grade 6, getting ready for the journey that is High School and in February will become a teenager – fun times ahead.

My running has taken me on an incredible journey. I have learnt so much, and from not even making 400 kms to nearly hitting 1100 kms in a year. I’ve run a marathon with two more planned for 2017. I am super proud of what I’ve achieved.

Our family has grown so much this year. A new strength and resilience resides within us. A certain peace and happiness that can only come from new learnings and each other is present.
The new year will bring new adventures, new knowledge and more growth. There is always something new to learn – about ourselves and the world around us.
I’m so proud of my family, the things we have done this year is incredible, the support we have for each other, and the closeness that is there is the best feeling.
I look forward to a happy, productive and amazing new year. Not everything goes the way we want it, it’s our response to that which shapes the outcome, shows us who we really are and what we are capable of.

Have a great new year and I hope the sun shines more than it rains and you smile more than you cry.
Jennifer

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It’s Mother’s Day

It’s Sunday here in Australia and Mother’s Day. I’m not getting any presents. No meals will be prepared for me today. I will still be doing household things, and making sure everything is ready for school tomorrow.
I love my mum and everything she has done for the four us kids. I have nothing but admiration for single parents, yes parents. Even single dads who have mostly/all custody have to be mum sometimes. Especially if they have daughters.

Today though I have a different take on it. Mother’s day isn’t about presents and material things. It is about the being of a being a mother. It’s how I feel about being a mother. Especially now they’re teens.

Mother’s day is everyday my kids talk to me. Without grunting.
Mother’s day is every day they smile and high-five me.
Mother’s Day is everyday they let me hug them, without the grumbling.
Mother’s Day is every time they thanks me for something.
Mother’s Day is the odd times they do things, completely without being asked.
Mother’s day is everyday they wake up, healthy, and reasonably happy.
Mother’s Day is every day knowing I have raised pretty cool kids.
Mother’s day is everyday when we poke fun at each other, and still laugh about it.
Mother’s day is everyday.

Facing your mortality

We are all going to die. Hopefully later rather than sooner. Sometimes we find ourselves in a situation that brings us face to face with our mortality. Sometimes through this realisation people take on a whole new outlook on their life – doing things they never had, but always wanted to, because you never know when your time is up.
I don’t think that is the case with us, but after Thursday just gone, with the situation we faced, some things will change. In regards to our motorbike.

It was one of those days where the signs were all out – little things that in hindsight were pointers it wasn’t all going well.
This was going to be the last ride before the bike went into hibernation for winter. Only now that hibernation will be a few months longer.

Those who know us, know we like a bit of speed. And yes that can dangerous. It wasn’t a factor in this case. And for the vehicle we ran into. It wasn’t their fault either.
This was quite simply an accident. If we had been in a car it would have still happened, only we would have been face palmed by an airbag rather than the ground.

A friend told me of a saying she had heard “you’re not a real bike rider til you’ve come off”. Always the pillion never the rider but I sure as hell hope I never come off again.
Just the act of us riding together on the same bike and having everything go wrong has one result – instant orphans for our 3 kids. I think of this every time we have gone out. Though there is a fine line between wrapping yourself in cotton wool and getting out there and living.

This has scared me. A lot. Not quite enough to never get back on again. But just enough to make me cautious. That old saying about getting back on the horse is true. I love riding enough that I am still eager to keep going. Being scared is not a bad thing. It makes us a little warier, giving us a better understanding of what is at stake. In real-time. What doesn’t kill us makes us stronger, right?

There is a moment when you see the scene unfolding in front of you that the ‘oh fuck, this is going to be close’ turns to a scared as shit ‘Oh FUCK!’. You know what is going to happen, and you have no way to stop it. My husband was in evasive action mode, I was hanging on, not really conscious of what the hell was about to happen. I knew we would connect, but my memory is a blur of those few seconds before impact. The feeling of ‘holy shit’ is about all I remember of that.
I know the bike flicked one way, then the other as we swerved to come round behind the car.
I didn’t see the windows of the car. I didn’t hear the thud as we connected. I didn’t feel the vehicle at all. But I felt the pain. In the instant before I blacked out.
Feeling the bike to my left falling onto me. Feeling of landing on my husband ‘oh fuck, I’ve squashed him!’. Seeing the bank rushing up to meet me with my hands out stretched ‘nooo, not my head’.
I came to, a split second later ‘wow, nothing hurts…what the hell happened…where am I…I’ve got to get out of here…’ and trying to push backwards off my stomach. Seeing the vehicle parked in the driveway. ‘what just happened…I thought that car was on the road…” Then the pain. My leg!! ‘fuck, noo, my leg, my leg…’ A flurry of activity as my husband was jumping up from somewhere on my left and calling my name.
Realising my leg was all good I giggled nervously, being close to tears as I was. Ripped off my gloves and helmet as fast as my shaking fingers would let me. I needed to breath. The bike was upside down in the drain. Looking rough, but ok.

And then it hit me. I sat on the bank. And shook. Holding my leg. Hubby was in shock. Sweat pouring down his face. Tears threatening to fall.
It’s been played back every time someone has been told.
A split second either way. Either of us going faster or slower and the result could have been a whole lot different.
Although I am pretty calm when I talk about it, this will play with me for some time to come.
My son rides a bike. All his friends ride bikes. I worry.
There is profound change in how we will now ride and what we do. My husband has come off dirt bikes before but this will change his thought process in a whole different way.

Facing your mortality, no matter the circumstances is a scary thing.
It brings everything you believe in to the fore.
Facing your mortality changes who you are. In subtle and not so subtle ways.
You take stock of more than just yourself when mortality slaps you in the face.

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We are both ok, with a few new battle scars to show off. A few hours were spent in the emergency department getting checked over and patched up.
I have a corker of a bruise on my right shin at the point of impact, a great rectangular shaped one, one on each knee, and my left thigh where I may have connected with some part/s of the bike.
Hubby has at least another week at home – his right hand was centre stage on the bike at impact, with the brake lever being snapped off – severely bruised hand, broken pinky, sore ribs, gouge out of knee to make sure he is fit for work and the swelling isn’t hiding anything more serious.
Somehow my husband saw it all in slow motion, reaching out to grab me so I didn’t fly too far and be more injured.
I aim to learn something new everyday, no matter how small. That lesson? Bike gear does what it’s supposed to do. Our jackets prevented shoulders, elbows, back and chests from being damaged. Boots made sure ankles were safe and took the brunt of the impact. Helmets..yeah, our heads are still in one piece.

It’s nearly time for another year to end, so Thank you.

It’s that time of the year again – the inevitable over-indulgence of food and alcohol, coupled with visiting family and friends, summer sunburn (or the winter freezes for my Northern hemisphere friends) and the kids on school holidays. Rrgh. It’s enough to drive you a little crazy from too many people, or feel the twinge of loneliness.
Christmas is all about sharing the little things that make life great. Stopping to smell the roses, or play in the snow. Find beauty in the natural world around you, tell your loved ones how you feel and embrace the new friendships that come your way, while accepting that some will fade away.

This year has been long and sometimes hard. It has also been busy and loads of fun. I took my first trip overseas – on my own and survived!  I made new friends on both sides of the globe and learnt so much about myself.
My eldest son turned 18 – how to make you feel old in one fell swoop – already has two vehicles to his name and is getting ready to start full-time work.  I am incredibly proud of my three boys and the wonderful young men they have grown into. As parents, you figure you must have done something right when your teenagers still want to talk to you. I think the man and I are on the right track.

I want to thank everyone who have visited any of my 5 blogs whether it was a single stop or was repeated (over and over – thank you to those who are in this category.Without you, who knows where I might be?).
And still, after nearly 4 years, I get excited when that little box up there goes orange and tells me you have called in ~insert happy dance, and grins here~

Before I leave you with some piccies, I want to wish you all a safe and happy Christmas and a new year full of the good stuff.

 

Thank you! Jennifer 😀

Sunday Brunch

After a couple of busy days with family and friends, hubby and I took a walk this morning which culminated in this delicious 11am feast with coffee.

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Have a good day, see you next week.
Jen 🙂