Archive for April 8, 2009

Pramming

Today L and I went out on the bus and train into the city as K was off for a day with her grandparents. When K was a baby I used to go out a lot as she would (eventually) fall asleep in the pram so I could go out all day if I wanted. This time round, K is still having an afternoon sleep and its often too much hassle to get two kids ready to go out on a bus and train for just an hour or so, therefore I don’t do it very often.

I forgot just what its like to go into the city with the pram and how unaccommodating some people and shops are, not to mention cafe’s! It wasn’t all bad though, the bus driver put his bus ramp down for us as we climbed aboard this morning which made that part of the trip easier.

I just wish someone would start up a chain of pram friendly cafe’s. Many of the coffee houses have a system where you order at the counter and then wait until your name or number is called out and come up and collect your order. This is really hard to do with a pram, not only do you not want to leave your child unattended but your purse and anything else attached to the pram. This morning I went into one such cafe thinking it had table service but discovered it did not. My plan was to sit at the table right next to where the orders are called out but as I made my way towards the seat someone sat there instead. Luckily there was another seat not too far away but really this sort of cafe is not for me at this point.

Space is the other problem you have with a pram. Most shops have reasonable isle space but then they go and plonk a pile of boxes or a ladder or trolley right along the edges so I often turn down an isle, only to have to back out or try to turn around to get anywhere. Space problems exist in cafe’s and restaurants too. Not many are designed for a pram unless you want to sit outside in the heat (with your baby). If only someone would design one with pram space in mind!

People also seem to be blissfully unaware of the pram. To them its invisible, they stand right in front of it and expect you to find your way around them (when they could move in one little step) or they look at you as if you are really just annoying them.

Don’t get me wrong, I did enjoy the day out but I’m looking forward to the day when I can go pram-less and even stroller-less. I’m guessing those who have wheelchairs or walking frames have a similar problem, space, invisibility and inconvenience. I hope I don’t forget what its like when I am at that non pram stage myself.

A Shift

It was this time last year that I was busily packing up our house getting ready to move out of the area we’d lived in for most of our lives. I was pregnant with L and K was busy running around getting into mischief. Michael had been at Melville for about 6 months and I was trying to get used to the idea that I was now a Pastor’s wife. One year on and things have dramatically changed in our lives, not just ours but the extended family too.

In the last year I have gotten used to:

A new suburb (still not used to it)
A much smaller house
Having two children
Not working for SIM any more (Michael is but not me)
Having my parents around (they were living in PNG but were here for the last 9 months)
The sale of the ‘family’ home (as in the one I grew up in)
My brother and family changing locations from overseas to within the country

All of a sudden (although its crept up on me) I’m a stay at home Mum of two with a small amount of family in the state (on Michael’s side). I’ve been cooking, sewing and deciding what being a Pastor’s wife really means and trying to set up our home the way we like it.

For me this all has meant a massive shift mentally. I was very used to a larger 4 bedroom house with a separate bathroom/toilet/laundry and separate kitchen/lounge. I was also used to identifying myself first as ‘I work for SIM’. If someone asked about my extended family I would say ‘they all live in Papua New Guinea’ and now I have to remember to say ‘they all live in Queensland’. I also have no reason to go to our former suburb any more which is a very strange feeling (Mum and Dad were living there until they sold the house).

I sometimes wonder whether I’m ‘trying’ too hard to be the sort of Mum that I want to be. Probably up until this year Michael did most of the cooking but over the last couple of months I feel like I’ve gotten myself more organised and am cooking pretty much every night, I even have a meal planner!

Sewing is something that I resisted doing (machine sewing) for a long time and I’m not really sure why. My Mum is an excellent sewer as well as an excellent cook and I suppose I figured that these two areas were part of her domain. I find myself wanting to sew and ALMOST wanting to cook, that’s a strong ALMOST.

I can’t help myself when it comes to creativity, that’s a natural part of me (hand stitching a design, polymer clay, painting of all sorts, knitting, drawing, designing etc….) but often I have way too many things on the go. Currently I have:

1 felt book for my nephew to complete
Two little knitted chicks to complete for my cousin’s babies
A planned Afghan rug for our lounge
A planned cardigan (I’ve not knitted one before) for K and one for L
Two little dresses cut out to sew for the girls
A tiered skirt for myself
A custom clay order
A planned set of sketches to turn into prints (see a sneak peek below)
A recently purchased canvas and canvas pad to paint some designs on
More felt tags and other objects to make
A cushion cover to sew
A set of PJ’s to sew for K
Probably other things I can’t remember

Now that I don’t officially work for SIM, and my family all live interstate (except for Michael’s wonderful parents) I have felt compelled to ‘fill the void’ with other things. As you can see, its a BIG void to fill because the list is long. We of course have our weekly routine that includes things for K (such as a Kindy type program at our church, Sunday School and Library story time each week) and other things for ourselves.

All in all I feel that I am probably just shifting my focus and with it my ‘identity’ has changed. I’m a lot more comfortable with being a Pastor’s wife now than I was a year ago, especially now that I realise that the expectations on me are nothing like what I thought they were. I’m getting used to our smaller house and how to be innovative with the space, and I’d say I’m completely adjusted to having two kids by now. The rest will come with time.

By the way, I know that my identity is not meant to be made from the things around me but the reality is that for me, like most people , it is. Ultimately though, no matter what, I see myself as child of God, a person who tries to put what He wants for me first (often after a big struggle!) and hopefully someone who can grow and adjust with change (or at least learn to do so). Not easy but necessary I think.

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A sneak peek of my latest scribbles, not sure what to do with them yet.

Artistic Progress

I continue to be amazed at Miss 3.5 and enjoy watching her progress. It really is so much fun seeing her grow and change and I can’t help but be proud of her when she draws something amazing (for her age). This photo shows a picture of herself that she drew yesterday. My Mum showed her that she needed to add a body to her head with arms and now she does bodies all the time.

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This is her drawing of her baby sister, very cute I thought (she even drew the dummy).

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I love this one, my Mum did the brown hair and the bodies of the birds but she did everything else. He’s got style I think!

Photo Friday – Grandmother

PF this week is ‘Grandmother’. This is me and my Nanna who passed away 10 years ago. I miss her.

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PS Can you see any resemblance to Lucinda?

Princess Pumpkin

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Last week we were in Fremantle (a port city here in WA) and on our way back to the car Miss K spotted a group of girls in pretty dresses. She yelled ‘Look Mummy! Princesses!’ and proceeded to say ‘hello princess’ as we walked past. The ‘princesses’ were in fact a group of girls all done up ready to go to their year 12 ball. It was quite understandable that she thought they were princesses I suppose considering the amount of times she’s watched Cinderella but what she said next surprised us.

I explained to her that they were off to a ball and then it started….’I want to go to the ball’ and then the doozy……’where’s my pumpkin?’, ‘I want a pumpkin’. The tears started as I explained that they were big girls and one day she would be a big girl too and could go to a ball. All the way home she was asking for her pumpkin and no matter what we said she was convinced that she could go to the ball if only she had one.

The next day she went to the shop with Michael and on their return he said, ‘guess what we had to buy?’…you guessed it, a pumpkin. She has stopped me twice trying to cut it up to cook, crying because she’s waiting for it to turn into a coach. I think I’ll have to secretly cut it up when she’s asleep as she guards it from anyone who thinks they are going to eat it when she’s awake.

I love the fact that she uses her imagination and I don’t think we’ll forget this little incident in a hurry.