Cats in the cradle.

January 19, 2011

Are we meant to become our parents? Is this an inevitable fact of life? For all the moaning that I hear over this possibility, I see myself in a very good position. I love my mum, and wish I was more like her.

So there.

Seriously though. She’s been through so much in her lifetime and carried herself with poise, grace and humility. She’s considerate, she loves all of her children- equally- no matter how they came into her life. My mum loves to sing (and act) and isn’t afraid to try new things- be it sushi or starring in a play.

And mostly, she’s beautiful. Inside and out.

For this, I welcome myself becoming my mum, as I inevitably approach motherhood I am considering all the possibilities.

Being like my mother? Amazing.



A different view

January 9, 2011

We’re all trying to accomplish something in our own lives at the moment. It’s important to remember that other people have their own big issues, however small they may seem to us.

I think that is a big part of what gets me through this excruciating wait. I look around and see that the friends who have all their children, may have just lost their job or someone else who makes a load of money at a job they love can’t find the right person to spend their life with. There are so many distinctly different scenarios with all the same dichotomy. One good and one, well… shitty.

Yeah I’m getting closer everyday to my ultimate goal of having a child of my own, but what is waiting on the other side of that success? Maybe the place I find myself in now is the lesser of two evils.

Maybe this is as good as it gets and I’ve spent more time moaning than living it up. Never too late to do better.

Changing my view, one baby step at a time- no relation intended.



A. New. Year.

January 3, 2011

There’s something so tasty about a fresh start. As humans I believe that cycles and rituals are an integral part of the big picture. A few days ago, while on a family vacation in Mexico, I rang in the new year with my husband, sister, aunt, cousin and parents. And while, for years before, I would love the notion of the countdown- the glass of champagne, auld lang syne or the goosebumps on my arm as we count backwards extremely loud- it wasn’t any of those things that made me smile that night. It was the simple fact that we have a new year, a clean slate, no looking back.

Two thousand and ten was filled with more challenges than I care to remember (or to mention) and I am so looking forward, with eagerness and lightness that this blog hasn’t yet seen- to what this year has in store.

Could my good mood be attributed to the warm Mexican sun? Possibly. But most likely it is due to the fact that from this past year, there is only one way to go.