boy of my heart.

This kid. He kills me, every single day. Six and a half years ago he came screaming into our lives, and changed our world forever. Serious and solemn from the start, his wide brown eyes took everything in. Now, at 6, soon to be seven, he is serious, loving, adorable, sincere and has the wickedest sense of humour. His father tells me that Bear and I share a sense of humour – we think our own jokes are hilarious (even if no-one else does), but are less likely to appreciate those cracked by others, especially at our expense. My big boy is the one most like me, of our three precious babes. He loves reading and creating. He’s a science nerd. He has a tendency to be shy around new people, or in large groups, but get him among friends and he’s unstoppable. He can talk with a mouthful of marbles underwater. That humour definitely has his mothers quirkiness stamped all over it. A day trip to a nearby rainforest had him sighing that “it’s all so pretty, but I don’t have any paints or pencils or an easel to do art here”. Just like mama. Thankfully, his temper is more like his father’s. But let’s not go there. (me? temperamental? I can hear my mother cackling from here. She is somewhat placated in the knowledge that while my elder son is quite calm, my daughter seems to be showing fine promise in the art of Throwing a Tantrum Like Her Mama).

But he’s growing and changing, and the world is making it’s own mark on him. One full year plus one term of school down, and he is blossoming into a delightful young man. One that I adore more and more each day. He comes out with the most random and often hilarious things. And he has a memory like an elephant. Today, I get to hold him close by, and pretend that he is mine, and mine alone, for one more day. Today, we have baked a cake together. We are currently sharing my studio as Butterfly sleeps while Boy2 is at preschool, and I sit here blogging and sketching, as he sits on the floor behind me, painting and sticking and gluing, making a storybook for his little sister. Soon, we will close up our drawing books and pack away the paints, and we are going to find ourselves a nice spot in the sun, and I will teach him to knit, at his request. It’s a day of no big plans, no life altering events. But it is a day of love and laughter and moments, of all the things that make life worthwhile. Today, it is a day for us.

mothers day 2012

I slowly peeled one eye open as a little hand tapped on my arm. “mummy!” came the stage whisper, “are you AWAKE yet?”. I think I must have been conscious enough to nod, because two little pairs of feet were flying up the hallway, and I could hear chairs being dragged, plates rattled and glasses pulled from drawers. Husband rolled out of bed with a groan, and I heard hurried consultations, and then the small feet whizzed past again, returned with a bag of gifts wrapped in hand drawn paper, followed by a reluctantly-drawn-from-bed little brother. All three small people perched on my bed as I opened their gifts. A new tin of pencils from Bear “because you’re the best drawer, mummy”, a stainless steel drink bottle from Bubba Boy “so you don’t get thirsty”, and a ball of wool from Butterfly, which can only be described as interesting, as you would expect from letting an 18 month old loose in the yarn aisle. With gifts duly admired and placed safely on the bedside table, breakfast was produced, complete with a pretty little flower, and coffee, nectar of the gods. Bear also thought I might get a bit bored, so very kindly went and brought me back a book. All in all, I was very spoilt by my beautiful family!

 

My mind is running in a million different directions at the minute, after a busy day yesterday going to mummy groups and getting swap parcels in the mail and working for the afternoon, and no time for craftiness and creating. I have two new fabric collections on the run. I have spent this morning getting my etsy shop up and running to my satisfaction. A 3am inspiration strike is slowly taking shape. Admin and housework are calling, having been ignored all morning in favour of hanging with my small people, reading stories in the sun, and baking vegemite scrolls. I’d kill for a coffee, but we are out of milk and I’m not sure I can be faffed going to the shops. I’m hoping to race through some must-do jobs now the children are finally asleep, so I can get stuck into some want-to-do jobs before they awake. This afternoon I’ve promised a boy some digger craft, so I feel a recycling pile raid coming on. Maybe some painting in the sun for them and for me. A quick tidy of my desk so I can squeeze in a moment of two of sewing as the afternoon progresses. A girl can dream! Going to keep rolling while the mojo’s hot and the to-do list is shrinking. Hello Wednesday, let’s do this!