I’m not a fan of selfies. I will do the odd baby and mummy selfie, but beyond that I’m not a subscriber to bombarding social media with my mug. But today something came over me. Some kind of sleep deprived frenzy overtook me as I sat, once more under the 10kg of gorgeousness that is my son, Tobias. I suddenly felt trapped. I wanted to break free. So I did. With the one limb that was able to be free, I embarked on a quest for the best selfie. One that shows my husband how good I look after nights of little sleep (what’s new?!) while he’s been away on a school camp. And I laughed. Just quietly without jolting my baby too much. He remained asleep whilst I experienced first hand the utter joy of selfies. I mean, I look incredible in this light, don’t I? It’s the “I’ve had 3 hours of broken sleep one too many nights” look. No filters necessary. You can’t manufacture this kind of art. It’s pure, 100% sleep deprived goodness.
Fires ravaged parts of our beautiful state three weeks ago. Yesterday we returned to our favourite fish and chip market for lunch, in the devastated town of Dunalley. The townsfolk are nothing short of inspiring as they face incredible adversity with huge Aussie grins and true mate ship.
The lads barely spoke a word as we took the same road to Dunalley that we took three weeks ago, the day before the fires. It was an experience they will never forget, as they saw firsthand how much work is yet to be done before these people will once again have their own roof over their heads.
The rest of the pictures tell the story of a relaxing weekend in the sun, celebrating some of the simple things we love in our beautiful country – cricket, barbecues, beaches, bikes, fun and friends.
When I was a child, back in the dark ages, cameras were dusted off for special occasions. Small children were not to touch, mainly due to dreaded button that would pop the camera back open and expose the film to light – gasp!! Then it was all over, the pictures would be forever destroyed.
Photography from my childhood was not something that was an everyday occurrence. We didn’t have our parents in our faces while we ate, painted, slept or played monopoly. These everyday moments did not make the cut. Films and processing films was far too costly to take so many happy snaps.
Fast forward to today. Cameras are everywhere and photography has become a part of our everyday lives. I confess, I have been asked by my sons on many occasions to put the camera down. I want to capture their creativity, their attitudes and expressions, their accomplishments and their ever changing faces so I have countless memories. But I’m no stranger to the weird feeling that sometimes reminds me that whilst I focus the lens, I lose the really important focus, the act of BEING in the moment. The photo can become the goal, and that’s a bit sad.
The challenge for me is to do something with the thousands of photos I have, rather than having them on a hard drive.
We found a new app today for the iPad and the boys made a cartoon using Trashies and Lego. This is a great use of a camera- giving children an outlet to create a story all of their own!
My word of advice on the subject of taking photos: Happy snaps give some people the craps. Read between the lines and know when it’s time to live life on the other side of the lens.
Here are a few happy snaps from our day today…
24 hours in a day. So much to do, I hear you say?
Washing. Cooking. Cleaning. School runs. Parent help. Work. Sex. Reading stories to the kids. Budgeting. Let alone finding the time to deal with the forests that are growing on your legs, or the pelvic floor exercises that you know you need to do. Books that you want to read pile up? Cups of tea go cold? There’s a lot to fit into these 24 hours we are dealt each day. What we tend to lose sight of is the fact that we are actually given enough time each day. We just complicate things with mixed up priorities, unrealistic expectations and poor time management. (I’m sure you never sit in front of the television wasting an hour or two watching something that doesn’t interest you in the slightest?!)
Break the 24 hours into moments. That’s easier to manage. 1440 moments in a day sounds like loads of time!! Approximately 10 of those are spent on the toilet if you’re a woman, 100 if you’re a man. 15 packing everyone’s lunches. Maybe 400 -450 sleeping. I spend around 90-120 driving most days to and from school. Add to that chores, paying bills, preparing meals and the total creeps up.
So many of our moments are consumed by the everyday things, the seemingly “mundane” tasks. But it’s these mundane moments that make up our lives. If we choose to define our moments as monotonous or mundane, that’s how we will define our lives. I’m convinced that there’s nothing mundane about raising a family and meeting their various needs. It’s actually quite amazing and an underrated achievement. Take a moment now to pat yourself on the back or give yourself a high five for being so awesome. (Maybe make sure no one is watching before you do…)
I had a slow day today as I had to lads home from school with fever and chest infection. This meant my day was not rushed and there was plenty of time to immerse myself in some of our everyday moments.
I took some pictures of the moments I enjoy – things that are usual around here, yet wonderful.
I enjoyed a cup of rooibos on the deck with a book. I enjoyed watching a plane fly over. I looked at our gorgeous proteas. I smiled as I looked at the outdoor play things our lads enjoy. I read to the boys from the stash of op shop books we purchased today. Moments.
This evening while my dedicated husband prepared school reports, I got to hold Asher while he slept, due to him being unwell. I just stared at him for 15 minutes, knowing that these opportunities don’t come my way very often these days.
Cherishing the moments.
People often comment on how different my sons are. Indulge me for a moment while I share a collage of my lively lads. See if you can spot the differences…
Here is our firstborn, Isaac. He is will turn 7 in August.
Here is our second born, Asher. He will be 5 in May.
And here is one of the two of them together – a picture tells a thousand words.
Just to be fair, allow me to show you that Asher can (on rare occasions) pose with a standard photo smile.
Love my lads!