Monthly Archives: January 2011



This is what I woke up to the other morning…

My precious middle, Princess Bling (5), had planned it the night before, with whispers to her siblings, and Papa.


Life is Good award!


Wow…I’m a bit overwhelmed. Big thanks to the eccentric eclecticisms of elise for sharing the blog love.

I love how Elise shares what’s on her heart in her bubbly way. When I’m feeling a bit frayed around the edges I find that reading one of her posts picks me up.  Seeing Elise’s photos has also inspired me to take more photos myself. Good thing my wonderful husband bought us a good camera a couple of years ago. If only the camera on my phone was just as good!

As Peter Parker’s Uncle Ben says,”With great power comes great responsibility.” Ok, so I’m no superhero, but I hope that some of my reflections will encourage and inspire you wherever you find yourself.

The rules of the tag are:

1. Thank and link back to the person that gave you this award
2. Answer the 10 survey questions – please see below
3. Pass this award on to other bloggers whom you think are fantastic and notify them with a comment

So here goes..

1. If you blog anonymously, are you happy doing this? If you aren’t anonymous, do you wish you started out anonymously, so that you could be anonymous now?

Well I blog partly anonymously, as I do use my first name. In the post about my son I’ve used his first initial. I also have screen names for my precious munchkids (I keep making this typo, so I think I’ll keep using it!), and I am sure they will be the focus of many posts in the future. I’m planning to introduce them in the next few weeks. They are descriptive nicknames my husband and I have made for the three of them over the past few months , before I decided to start blogging.

2. Describe an incident that shows your inner stubborn side.

I think I should skip past this question…only one? Lots of moments where I have arrived late due to my lack of preparation, and fine ability to procrastinate. Last month I managed not to find a place, despite using a GPS and having a map handy. It was a new place, and I know that I should have asked someone, but I was too shy and proud. I ended up going back the next day.

3. What do you see when you really look at yourself in the mirror?

Someone who needs to be less judgmental of others, and who wants to connect and encourage others in whatever they’re going through.

4. What is your favourite summer cold drink?

Ice tea of any sort…mmmm

5. When you take time for yourself, what do you do?

– Have a cuppa

– check Facebook, though recently I’ve been looking more at Twitter

– play any of a number of percussion instruments that we have at our house (which my husband reminds me I should do more often!)

– look at photos of family and friends, and recently I’ve started to enjoy taking photos with the amazing camera that my husband bought a couple of years back.

6. Is there something that you still want to accomplish in your life?

Where do I start? To find the real me, and to find some balance with all the things that make up my life.

7. When you attended school, were you the class clown, the class overachiever, the shy person, or always ditching

At both primary schools I attended I think that most people thought I was a square. When I got to high school I was a muso, and probably considered a bit of a “square”.

8. If you close your eyes and want to visualize a very poignant moment in your life, what would you see?

My kids as adults being able to say, “thanks for letting me be me.” I have lots of letting go to do before then.

9. Is it easy for you to share your true self in your blog, or are you more comfortable writing posts about other people and events?

So far all I’ve done is share about myself and my perspective.

10. If you had the choice to sit down and read a book or talk on the phone, which would you choose and why?

Depends on which mood I’m in. If it’s been a hard day at home without any adult interaction then a chat on the phone with another  grown up is great. Sometimes the idea of reading a book when things are quiet is nice.

Now the lovely bloggers I would like to pass this award on to are:

Button Factory

my six kids and a dog

only halfway there

My Journey in the Far North

Shevaun B photography

Queensland floods 2011


Well, talking about the weather is something that I do to start a conversation, especially being new in town.  Our first few months in Brisbane have provided many opportunities to talk about the weather, and for good reason. People keep telling us that this much rain in summer is unusual. Memories came rushing back  from when we moved to The Netherlands fifteen years ago, and it was the coolest winter that they’d had for years. We are very fortunate not to have  experienced the dramas that many have over the last 48 hours here in Brisbane.

Yesterday we chose to stay at home, tuned into ABC radio and kept up-to-date via Twitter.

Thankfully we’re not located in a flood zone, but people sharing their stories through the various forms of media made it very real. The kids and I made sure that we had some things packed, just in case.

I’ve never been this close to a disaster of any sort, and it made me realise once again how fortunate I am…a few years away from forty. In contrast to this my Dad experienced a lot of tragedy before he turned 21. He’s told me stories from his childhood in Indonesia…of war and famine. As a young boy he witnessed his friend being shot on the street. He ended up with blood on his shirt and just having to walk away. Whenever family came to visit us, they would talk about such experiences, and looking back, I can see that it was how they processed those difficult times.

Watching all the messages posted through various social media sites has been amazing. It seems much like those family gatherings, but the processing is happening as the event unfolds, and not forty years later. People are banding together both physically, and over the internet. They are doing what they can to help each other, much like my Dad and his family and friends processing what they had been through. Throughout the day we received many messages from friends all over the world, asking if we were OK…I felt so blessed that I could respond with “we’re fine, we’re not in the flood zone” every single time.

Last week we were listening to local radio, driving home from Bribie Island, on a road that is currently flooded. An elderly farmer in another part of Queensland told of his plight, to the point of tears. Initially they were tears of sorrow, which then turned to joy due to his neighbours rallying together to do all that they could to help him, despite their own predicaments. It was such a moving recount.

As the kids and I packed our things, just in case, we have had to consider what’s important. It seems such a luxury compared to those whose decision has been made for them.

Please keep all those effected in your thoughts and prayers, and if you can financially support those who have been affected, please go to the Premier’s Flood Relief Appeal.

I can’t imagine it…praying for Lori


Over the last few days a few bloggers that I regularly read have pointed me to the story of Lori. When you go to her blog you’ll see that she shares openly about her journey of the last week or so, with her husband being in ICU. Through twitter (#prayingforTony) many people shared their support, encouragement and prayers for Lori and their two little ones.

It’s been amazing to see all responses to encourage Lori in her situation…now without a husband, and her two precious little ones without a father.

I couldn’t even begin to imagine the thought of going through that myself. I am so blessed with a wonderful husband who is also an amazing father to our kids, just as Tony was. Reading Lori’s story has helped me put some things into perspective…I need to take in each moment with those I love, no matter how insignificant.

Won’t you join me in praying for Lori?

You can also help Lori by donating through the widget at the end of this heartfelt blog post by hearmumroar.

Something that made me smile


Recently I had  my very first “Monopoly Test” with my cricket mad 8-year-old son. Actually, it was his first Monopoly test as well. It lasted two days, and there were a few modifications to the rules, but we had a great time.

It was fun observing X’s approach to the game. He wasn’t worried or concerned  at being down to his last $5. (I worried for him.)  He took big risks, buying multiples of houses and hotels in a single turn, and had to mortgage out a few of his properties. At this point I was thinking, “Gosh, I hope that he never becomes a financial planner!”

So, who do you think won after our two- day epic (including breaks for meals and riding around the block when the weather was fine)?

My son.

When he saw that I was starting to go under he was happy to issue me with money to keep me alive in the game. I was touched by his decision to help me out, and when I asked him what he liked about the game he replied,” I just loved playing it with you Mama.”

Weekly challenge 2011


It’s a New Year, so here’s to New Beginnings!

To start the year off I’ve put myself up for a challenge. My aim is to post every week in 2011!

I’ve decided that I need something to get me writing regularly from the beginning. Rather than just thinking about doing it, I’m starting right now.  I will be posting on this blog once a week for all of 2011.

I know it won’t be easy, but it might be fun, inspiring, awesome and wonderful. Therefore I’m promising to make use of The DailyPost, and the community of other bloggers with similiar goals, to help me along the way, including asking for help when I need it and encouraging others when I can.

If you already read my blog, I hope you’ll encourage me with comments and likes, and good will along the way.

I’m looking forward to the journey 🙂



Being Thankful


Well, my family’s first Christmas in our new city was a fail on my part. Wallowing in my own self pity,  I mulled over my lack of preparation, then I felt as though God was nudging me to reflect on things I should be thankful for…


The five of us are healthy. We have all that we need, while many families in Queensland and New South Wales are flooded out, not to mention many more around the world who struggle to obtain what they need to survive. If we were in Perth for (a scorching hot) Christmas day we would have one festive meal that both sets of grandparents attend. We all contribute to the meal, so it’s a team effort, and the kids would also get to hang out with their beloved cousins.


We had done lots of baking, but I hadn’t planned a special Christmas meal. Yet, our fridge, freezer and pantry were packed to the hilt. Then I felt like God was saying…well look, at least you have food!


We had morning tea with some other families, who I’d met through MOPS (Mothers of Pre-Schoolers). Our wonderful hosts had a busy day as it was, and made some room for the five of us, for which we were extremely grateful. Also in the week before Christmas (including Christmas eve) we received invitations to gatherings for people without any family to celebrate with. We received cards and emails, phone calls and text messages from so many. Our friends all over the world were thinking of us, on a day that we most likely had celebrated with them at least once in the past, either by attending  a church service, or sharing a meal together.


Jesus birth was not celebrated with pomp and circumstance, nor with the over-indulgence of food, drink and expensive presents. He came to Earth in a little manger, so that WE MIGHT LIVE. He came to bring people together, and to bring people to God through himself. “Where two or three are gathered in my name, I am there with them.” He connects me to dear friends in The Netherlands, the UK, the USA, and the other side of Australia through love and prayer. He reminds me that Christmas is about connection.

I have a strong sense that this is what God wanted me to experience all along… a very simple Christmas day to reflect on what is important. One word sums up what this Christmas has taught me about…CONNECTION.

CONNECTION TO FAMILY by being together

CONNECTION TO OTHERS through community