Coincidence or destiny?

It is funny the way life turns in a great big circle. About 10 years ago, Henrietta was beginning preschool at a tiny alternative school on the coast. There were about 30 families involved and I was looking for a place to live for a while until I purchased my first home. I saw a little ad on the board and called and the guy said, "come have a look".



In the beautiful valley, surrounded by tall gum trees, sat the most magnificent house I have ever seen. A real magical tree house. I loved it and the two guys who lived there were cool. Chatting away, I told them about the school where I had enrolled Henrietta and Mike, the house owner, said 'just come have a look here'. He showed me a carved timber desk and said, 'do you recognise this?'



It was one of the desks from the school. "I made them all".



Co-incidence?? I think not, so I moved in and spent 9 happy months with them.



Later, in a craft group, I met Donna whose eldest son was to be in Henri's class. A few years on, I was a kindy teacher and Donna joined us as my friend Jen's assistant. Amanda joined us too, and we were a happy little bunch.




But times move on, and things change and Donna and Amanda moved from the kindy realm and away into the big world of school. Then I birthed Ned, and I joined the mother bubble again. Jen, my dear Jen, invited me to join Lavendilly House playgroup with Ned and suddenly, here we were again. 10 years on, Jen, Amanda, Donna and myself for a second time around, with new bubs of our own. I am relishing these renewed friendships!




Life has a plan to keep us connected. I have had too many of these coincidental moments to think or know otherwise. I love life's quirky bumps and detours as one is never sure just what might be around the corner.... What surprise and joy awaits us???

International Breastfeeding Symbol

International Breastfeeding Symbol, originally uploaded by ByMomsForMoms.

I never knew if I could or would be a card-carrying Breastfeeding Mama.
My experience with my first born was not perfect. Hour long feeds, short rests between and constant night waking added to my discomfort and the very real feeling that I had reincarnated as a cow!
It was difficult to be positive and open to Breastfeeding with my second but I kept a small space reserved in my mind to be flexible and open and to see what would happen..
From the moment of Ned's birth, I knew it would be alright. He fed like a trooper and endorphins flooded my body, bringing out the Mama Bear in me to protect and love this tiny being with all my might.
Now, I understand.
I was always so breast-conscious before Ned, wearing bikinis of practicality and keeping my boobs out of view as best I could. With Ned's birth, my breasts have been liberated!
They have been flashed in meetings, in conference, in the staffroom, at shops, at the beach, in the (parked) car, at a antique fair, in restaurants. Hey, it is almost like they are in a competition with themselves to be seen in as many places as they can! Luckily for me, there is a voluptuousness to them and they are worthy of the attention but for how much longer...??
Ned is now 14 months old. I still feed at night and first thing in the morning. It is a lovely bonding time and gives me a few extra minutes sleep in (5.30 is still a bit too early). Part of me longs to keep feeding, with the primary excuse (and fact) that he needs my antibodies for good health but I think it is just because I like feeding him. I love the fact my body can nourish his. I love having a portable milkbar on tap. I like the connection to him. I am fearful of losing my special connection to him when we stop.
I have heard stories of mother's who, with prolonged feeding, have poured so much of themselves (and their egos) into their child, that there becomes challenges with separation later on. I wonder if it is true that our intuition will direct us to the right time to let go? Sometimes, I wonder if I ignore my intuition because I might not like the outcome? I wonder if this is the end or if I will be gifted with another breastfeeding baby in the future??
I am proud to have breastfed Ned so long. I am proud to be a member of the group of women who believe that breastfeeding is essential and a wonderful first gift. I am also aware that some mothers might not have been so lucky or able, and I am thankful that my body was capable and that Ned was able to receive my milk. He is a healthy, robust boy. I feel like I have played a part. I feel like one of my most important life events has happened. I am pleased. And I have courage to face the change.

I wore red today.

I wore red today. I wanted protection. I wanted to feel strong and alive. I wanted to make a statement of positivity.

Colour helps us identify mood, personality, fear, feelings and relationship.

Red is the colour of a 'choleric', someone who is a real leader. An A-type personality, with a go getting attitude and ability. The opposite of this is someone who is bossy, a control freak and ego driven. Finding a balance is the key. There is a positive and negative aspect in all of us, within the realm of being human. Whilst it is easy to claim the positive side, it can be more difficult to acknowledge and accept the challenges. Working with the 'dark side' of a personality gives us lots of scope to 'enoble' traits and flip side these to bring out the positive.

It is funny how wearing a particular colour can bring out these traits in us, even when we mostly identify with other ones. There is power in purposefully choosing colours you wouldn't normally wear. It is like putting on a mask or a costume- the get up brings with it, some of the qualities of the costume. Through the costume, we are given a boldness, a fearlessness, a go getting attitude.

Let us think about how we want to want to be in this world. Pretty as a picture (in pink), burning envy in green, mellow in yellow, assertive and bold in red, rooted to the ground in brown.

Why not experiment? Why not step outside of the square and try a new colour tomorrow?

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