Thursday, 26 February 2015
She bunked off school. We joined a street protest!!
What a brilliant day! Kids theatre (we danced on the stage!), beans on toast in the brilliantly named greasy spoon "breakfast at tiffany's", cake and culture and my kind of coffee set (and silly word hieroglyphics) at the museum,
Then a protest against cuts to children's services to top it all off, chatting to people I felt an immediate connection with.
"I'm free" she said, "the government shouldn't get to make the rules".
Be still my heart.
I'm reminded of why we chose to stay in Brighton. It may not be perfect. But it's bloody good.
And perfect is the enemy of good.
PS if anyone reads this and has an opinion on fonts can you help me out? Im just not sure what to post in!
Wednesday, 25 February 2015
“The only thing that makes life possible is permanent, intolerable uncertainty: not knowing what comes next.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin, The Left Hand of Darkness
- is rolling around and getting places (not far yet)
-trying to sit up
-making more sounds and continuing with fabulously loud squeals
-still smiles all the time
-is getting much stronger
-naps much better generally
-can often be persuaded to go to sleep from 7ish to 9:30ish to midnightish to 6ish to 8ish…this is good!
-still refluxy but food elimination has helped (chocolate, vinegar, caffeine, crisps, possibly dairy…yep all my faves)
-doesn't much like being "down"
- loves blowing bubbles and raspberries
- has been ill all of half-term (cough), very weak and tired
-delighted with a visit from grandparents
-excited about her birthday party
-loves fairies still
-seems a lot happier, and very caring and loving towards all of us
-enjoying more time and attention from me now I am not in the middle of pregnancy/post-partum zombie-hood, and thriving on it
-enjoyed the rest at half-term but happy to be back to school
-wants to have people around to play, which is a bit difficult with school being several miles away
-very interested in reading/writing/numbers
-current watching obsession is Number Jacks
-is very confident and assertive at home with us, but finds it hard to speak up and share her ideas at school and with people outside the family
-sometimes deals with conflict by running away to process things
I'm not sure how open and frank to be in this blog. It is odd isn't it to bare yourself on the internet. I think however if I am going to keep this blog going, and to have it not "just" be a list of things about my children, then I need to use it to write to understand myself better.
As many writers find though, you don't know what you think until you start to write.
As usual, different and conflicting things are swirling in my head. I am not sure about lots of things.
Perhaps here I can pin them down. Or not.
I am worried about B not feeling assertive at school and want to help. But I am not so good with people myself. Simultaneously I know that being slow to feel confident around non-family is part of her personality, can be a good thing, and I must let her unfold at her own pace.
I regret moving to this area. It is far from the school and from people I know. I'm not sure I want to raise my family here. At the same time, I always knew its disadvantages, and I love the views, the garden, the proximity to the countryside, and the potential of the house. Priorities shift and change, and no place is perfect. I am trying to sit tight and wait this one out as I know I may feel differently in the future. I have not tried to meet people here yet and I think this could make a big difference.
I want to exercise, get to bed earlier, but at the same time know that I am in survival mode right now. I am in a liminal space I think - the space between giving birth, and getting to that point where some semblance of normal life reappears. Perhaps I should just do whatever comes easiest for now.
I am worried about money, but at the same time I know that we have assets which in reality, barring a big economic crash, will keep the wolf from the door, and he will be able to work more once I can do the school run.
I am feeling homesick for people that I have a longtime connection with. I am not good at forming deep friendships. It sounds childish, but it's true - I want to have a Best Friend around the corner again!! I think of my best friends from childhood, and how great they are (still) at keeping in touch and showing they care for me and my family. They keep chipping away at me, even though I go on radio silence for long periods. Wow. I MISS that here in this new country.
I haven't found that kind of friendship again. Without being aware of it, I often pause and turn away at the threshold. And people shy away from me too. I am full of enthusiasms for being with people, and then I run and hide. I do things like arranging a family trip to London where I have friends, good longtime friends I guess, and then thinking I'd better not meet any of them so I can concentrate on family things. There must must be a balance I'm not finding! Lunch???!!! I find it hard to be truly open, though I think I probably give a good impression of being frank and forthright.
I imagine this turns people away from me too, as people sense these things. Or perhaps smell the desperation lol.
The reason I am like this? I am not sure. Fear, and perhaps need.
I feel alone.
And I like it. It grounds and enriches me.
And I don't like it. Company energises and enriches me.
While others have their own friendship circles, I feel on the periphery. I want to belong, while at the same time wanting to occupy my own space. I need lots of headspace, which severely curtails the time and energy I give to others.
I have wondered if I am actually a shy extrovert, who thought she was an introvert. I love to be with people I know, and even people I don't. Perhaps the introversion arose from dysfunction. One to ponder….its important to figure this out. One thing is sure - a balance needs to be found,
As well as all this, its important to add, I am often very happy and feel so lucky. The feeling of having such lovely girls, life and health throughout the immediate extended family, a partner to share it all with, a new life in another country, a semblance of financial security (if I could let go of the fear!), is like a dream. When I was younger I never imagined all of this for myself.
These conflicting thoughts live alongside each other. Perhaps one day I will have unity. Or are they already part of a perfectly imperfect whole? Could there be completion in being uncertain - of what I think, feel, see, will become? My life?
Yes, perhaps this is the only way to make peace and truly live.
Friday, 6 February 2015
She's been off school sick with a cough and cold. She lashed out with a big emotional episode tonight. She's feeling rough, having sleepless nights. And she feels too controlled. I know it, and struggle with it.
She said some ugly things to me, that she wished she didn't have a Mammy, she hated me, things like that. Trying to push me out of the way and making as if to bite me. I've been there myself many times with these big emotions and know how horrible it feels. I told her I loved her, but I wouldn't let her hurt me. She wanted to sleep behind the kitchen door. It was well past bedtime and she was exhausted - I made her go to the bedroom. None of it was pretty.
A very little later, she was ready for a hug and a chat about silly things.
She said she'd been out of control. I said I really didn't want to make her do things.
She took herself off to get ready for bed but paused at the door. Said she loved me, but when she was out of control she really felt she didn't love me at all. And she wasn't able to remember that she would love me again. She puzzled over it.
I told her a secret.
Everyone feels like that.
No matter how much you love someone.
And it is ok.
She grinned and hugged me. So happy to be understood. To be accepted, warts and all. And to feel everything was alright.
That she was alright.
A bad evening turned right around.
This is everything I want for her. Not perfect behaviour, or the pressure to be happy. Not educative or career achievements, accolades or prizes, beauty or talents.
I just want her to know she is alright. Just the way she is.
Monday, 2 February 2015
|Making an invitation for "Lili" the fairy to a "parti".|
: Loves listening to audio stories (the headphones are safety volume controlled ones)
: Accent is changing - more English mixed with the Corkonian now
: Interested in writing and spelling - never pushed, always from herself
: Made a lovely terrace of houses, with roller-skates made from cylinder blocks parked outside for rolling adventures
: Loves to make up her own dances and songs
: Changes the rules of every game or activity to do it her way
: Still loves me to tell her "stories from your mind" but is becoming more critical 'that's not much of a story…"
: Still loves dresses and pink. It's hard to convince her she needs to not wear tights every day as they make her legs itch
: Is very mature emotionally for a not quite 5 year old, I think
: In response to me telling her one of her letters didn't really look like an "F" (She asked and I honestly thought she was looking for an honest answer! Context!)) told me it wasn't kind and I should have said "hmmm, it nearly does, you really tried, and I like those other letters". So that told me.
: Loves Iona
: Is 5 months old
: Is happy and smiles even through pain
: Still has reflux but has improved with medication and my cutting down on certain foods
: Loves to examine her feet
: Is constantly teething, but no teeth
: Loves action songs
: Likes to have a good look around when we go for walks
: Is rolling around and can raise her upper body
: Still doesn't settle until midnight or so (2am last night) and then wakes twice in the night
: Loves Bay
: Have a chest infection and annoying cough for 5 or 6 weeks now
: Loving taking photos with my iPhone but don't have the patience or time to learn proper photography
: Enjoying reconnecting with old friends on Facebook
: Knitting, knitting
: Watching Twin Peaks (didn't the first time around) ("every day, give yourself a present" yup).
: Thinking of living a more intentional life
: Being kinder…only in my head so far but baby steps…
|Just. One. Minute. To. Think. Please. Please. Please.|
: Keeping the whole bloody show on the road right now
Monday, 19 January 2015
"I'd like to open a shop" she said, as we drove along. This interested us a lot as we also want to open a shop, and we have lots of ideas about what would be beautiful and useful to make and sell.
I was curious about what is important to her.
"Oh? What would you sell?" I asked.
"Lettuce". "Because I don't like lettuce".
"Oh? What would you sell?" I asked.
"Lettuce". "Because I don't like lettuce".
Wednesday, 14 January 2015
But I can't.
Already, I look at baby photos of my Bay, and I can barely remember what it felt like to touch my cheeks to her soft, billowy face or to hug her tightly. I have snatched memories of how she looked at me, or at the world, how she laughed and cried.
But the sensations are gone. I can't feel my baby, because my baby is gone.
It is a physical ache. The past and the future casts a shadow into my most perfect moments.
So, knowing the loss lying ahead, and that I must let go, I feel intensely in the present. I hold their baby and small girl selves now.
And that is all.
That is everything.
“If you try to change it, you will ruin it. Try to hold it, and you will lose it.”― Lao Tzu, Tao Te Ching
Friday, 9 January 2015
There's been something up with Iona. She usually has reflux anyway, and doesn't sleep well. But. Weeks of waking every 2-3 hours at night (and that is after midnight). Much much more vomiting. And there was already a lot. Crying a lot. She wont be put down at all beyond a couple of minutes when very relaxed. But doesn't like the sling much awake.
B was similar. Though slept more at night.
Past midnight last night, needing to pick her up again, I just had to release the ball of tension in my stomach. I screamed. Loud. It just felt the right thing to do.
Even still, I smiled as I looked in her little face. Which was a bit worried looking of course.
These babies. They do get to you.
I'm glad we live in a detached house though.
I did feel a bit better this morning.
Most of us dont scream much past childhood.
It was necessary for me to let go.
PS These pics are of different babies. Would you know? They look so alike.