Party time....

If I am being honest, I cannot deny that we have had a challenging year here at the honeypot.  We had a baby and moved house all in a week and then a month or so later Daddy Bear had a bump in the road with his health.  In the midst of life (especially when we are finding it challenging), it can become too easy for us to put a party in the too hard basket which is what we let happen....almost. 

So yesterday, bathed in a beautiful autumn day we celebrated one year since we first welcomed Baby G into our family.  She is the beautiful rainbow that is shining after our roughest storm so far and is by far the most wonderful gift that we have received during this challenging year.  We celebrated with love, gusto and hope and marked the beginning of a new chapter in our lives.

Life is not always full of sunshine and skittles and sometimes the magnificent must be balanced out with the less-than-stellar.  I am sure I will look back at our challenges with gratitude one day as it really has made us stronger but for now, I am excited to start letting the sun shine through the clouds and live life a little more fun.  Because really, isn't that what it is all about?

(Thanks must also be given to Nanny and Poppy who went above and beyond to make our celebrations and vision come to life for Baby G's party. They are our strength and support in good times and in bad and we are beyond blessed to have them. Words do not give justice and thanks will never be enough xxx) 

One....

A year ago tomorrow Baby G made her way earthside after a very intense 30 minute labour.  I am taking time out today, putting a hold on the party planning, a hold on the ever growing list of things to do and reflecting on the awesomeness of our baby girl and the journey we have taken over the last year together. 

This day last year- the night before I went into labour with Baby G, I wrote a note for my family and this is the part I wrote for my belly babe, who, unbeknown to me at the time was almost ready to journey out into the world and into the arms of her loving family.

From the moment you were conceived I have loved you.  You are a gentle soul and I feel utterly blessed as I feel you move with grace in my belly.  The thought of meeting you takes my breath away and fills me with an uncontainable excitement.  I can’t wait to welcome you into the world and share our lives with you.  Thank you for choosing us to be your family.

I am filled with emotion about the prospect of my baby turning one.  I am ever so grateful and proud and also shocked at how quickly the last 12 months have gone.  Baby G takes my breath away with her beauty, inside and out, her smile lights up a room and she brings sunshine and happiness to everyone she meets.  She is determined, hot tempered, cheeky, loves to babble, high five, play peek a boo and clap.  She loves animals, bananas in pyjamas, going to the park, squeals with excitement when Daddy Bear gets home from work, adores her brother and is happiest when she can watch the world go by whilst sitting on her Mama Bear's hip. 

I am completely in awe of the little lady Daddy Bear and I created from love and raise in love.  She reminds me that people are born with an innate goodness and that every day, even the hard ones when you want to call a do-over, is precious, fleeting and a special gift that not everyone is lucky enough to be given. 

 So, in the midst of a busy honeypot filled with chaos, I sit here with pure gratitude and give thanks for my much longed-for little girl.  My heart overflows with love and pride and no words give justice to the love I have for her.  It truly is an honour being your mummy little girl xxx

Moments in time....

I enjoyed some very rare time to myself yesterday and went to have my eyebrows threaded whilst Daddy Bear took control of the honeypot.  As I was driving home in the sunshine with (gasp!) adult music playing on the radio instead of our usual pirate tunes kids CD, I started thinking of some moments imprinted in my brain that no matter how fuzzy everything else becomes, seem to stay as clear as the moment in which I was experiencing them.  They are not all momentous, fabulous moments filled with joy and may not even be the most important moment in the sequence of events of which they occurred, but nonetheless, for some reason they have a clarity and freshness in my mind and often surface with the sound of a familiar song, smell or feeling.

I have narrowed it down to 5, even though I am sure as soon as I post this 10 more will be begging for my attention.  None is more important than the other so I am going to reveal them in chronological order:

1. We went to a horse show every summer as children and would camp at the showgrounds whilst my Dad would compete.  I vividly remember walking the dirt road to the arena from the camp grounds first thing in the mornings as Garth Brooks' songs played on the loud speaker to start the day.  This is no doubt where my love for his music sprang from and to this day if the weather is right and I hear one of those familiar songs, I am transported back to being a child enjoying carefree days in the sun with friends, horses, dust, freedom and fun.

2.  My first dealing with the sickness and death of a family member happened when my Pop got sick not long before Daddy Bear and I were engaged.  The first time I visited him in hospital I was shocked and not at all sure how to take it.  Me being me, I held a brave face at the hospital and all the way home, had dinner, showered and went to bed.  Hours later I was still holding a brave face and unable to sleep.  I felt though my reality had been shaken and that I was somehow watching myself experience this sadness rather than actually allowing myself to feel it.  Daddy Bear pulled me to his chest, I let my guard down and allowed myself to feel.  I bawled for hours, which he allowed me to do for as long as it took.  Glamorous- no, the stuff of real love- absolutely.

3.  I still chuckle when I remember the day Daddy Bear and I married.  I had kept the dress a surprise and I am sure he didn't know what to expect.  I walked down the aisle for the first time, took his hand and he whispered in my ear "you look smokin' babe".  I mentioned it to him once a few years ago and he did not even remember saying it which makes me laugh even more.




4.  I cannot remember much of my labour with Mr. A other than it was long and exhausting.  The rest is a blur no doubt caused by tiredness and hormones.  However, etched in my mind as clear as could be is my first words as Mr. A finally arrived earthside.  After a chaotic delivery in a room full of doctors, nurses, hustle and bustle, I looked to Daddy Bear and through tears said "you are a Daddy". 




5.  The night that Baby G arrived earthside I was tired, weak and ready for sleep.  I snuggled in bed with her and found myself unable to sleep as I spent the majority of the night gazing with amazement at the beautiful lady we had created and I had just birthed.  I clearly remember thinking to myself that I should take in every smell, movement and memory of the moment I was experiencing.  There is nothing as special as those first few hours after bringing another soul into the world and it is not a privilege one gets to experience often.  My mind still lovingly escapes to this precious memory and my heart overflows with love and gratitude when I hear of another baby being welcomed safely into the world.

I wish I could say that all of my moments involve me looking effortlessly cute with my hair and makeup done but it is far from the case- when I was crying I was no doubt using a toilet roll to blow my nose and when I was a child enjoying the carefree summers at the horse show I was a tomboy kid wearing lycra bike shorts (I shudder thinking of this visual image but hey- it was the 90's!), dirty from long days playing in dust and sun.  That is what life is though I think- unglamourous sometimes, perfect in others....real. 

I think certain memories and experiences come together to make the patchwork of our life, a patchwork that is constantly growing and evolving.  No patchwork is more beautiful or well sewn than others and each memory and experience is as beautiful and the individual who it belongs to.  So, if you ask me, we should crank up that music, enjoy life and reminisce our cherished memories with gratitude in our hearts. 

How about you? Do you have moments in time that have a clarity and freshness no matter how much time has passed?

Motherhood

Life seems to be crazy busy at the honeypot lately.  I am feeling both mentally and physically worn out, Daddy Bear has been extra busy at work and we have not had the chance to catch our breath for the past week.  Baby G has not been sleeping much (this is nothing new though!) but is also irritable and tired which makes life for Mama Bear and her babies not so fun.

So, with this in mind I have decided to dig into my archives and post an old piece I wrote for my personal collection not long after Mr. A was born that makes me reflect on how awesome everything is, even when I am feeling tapped out, under pressure and overwhelmed.  Somehow, reading this piece soothes my soul and makes me feel grateful for life which, if you ask me, is the perfect start to what will hopefully be a wonderful weekend!

On the 18th January 2009 I gave birth to my first child. Giving birth is not just about bringing a precious baby in to the world, it is also about women giving birth to themselves as mothers. So, on the 18th January 2009, I brought my beautiful boy into this world and I also gave birth to myself as a mother……..

Motherhood is patience, instincts, having faith and raw emotion. It is putting another’s life and best interests above your own. Mothers are stronger and more capable than they ever thought possible. We have wisdom and an innate ability to care for and guide our children through life. Being a mother is about raising great men and women.

 Motherhood is all-consuming, worry, second guessing, frustrating at times and a lifelong commitment but, most of all, motherhood is true and unconditional love.

 Motherhood is loving your partner in ways you never dreamed imaginable. It is falling in love with your husband all over again as you watch him nurture, provide for, play with and care for the child you created together.

 Motherhood is being able to multi-task. It is exciting and daunting all at the same time. Motherhood is seeing the world through your child’s pure and untainted eyes, it is seeing the world for the first time all over again.

Motherhood is exhilarating. It is watching your child with tears in your eyes as you realise just how blessed you are. It is crying with excitement when your baby does something new for the first time. Motherhood is loving someone more than you ever thought possible.  

Motherhood is a lifelong adventure. Being a mother is the greatest gift a woman can give to the world and the greatest gift she will ever be given. Motherhood is a blessing.

 

I hope your weekend is full of fun, gratitude and love, whatever you may be doing xxx

The honeypot

An ongoing theme for our family is our new house, or the honeypot as I like to call it.  As Easter fast approaches us, so too does the first anniversary of moving into our new home (we moved in on Easter Sunday a week or so after Baby G arrived).  All I can say is whilst some things cannot be avoided, I would never choose to move and have a baby at the same time again!  We have been torn between no time and limited funds for most of the past year and whilst it would be nice for a well established money tree to magically drop $30,000 in our laps to finish everything we want to do, it is certainly not the case so we are doing virtually all of the work ourselves (with the invaluable help of Poppy who is the driving force behind our improvements and teams up with Daddy Bear to make our plans a reality).  So, for now we are plugging away, doing things when we have time and reminding ourselves that it takes a few months to build a house but can take years to make a home.  In the meantime, I am researching and sourcing where to get the things we need, keeping my eye on the bigger picture and planning the next job on our never ending to-do list.  A little reminder of how far we have come doesn't go astray either!

4 years....

Four years ago tomorrow Daddy Bear and I married.  In those four years we have had two children, two homes, happiness, excitement, sadness, sickness and health.  If nothing else, it has been a wild ride and in honour of our anniversary, I thought I'd look back at the promises we made to each other before life took over.  Before nappies, lack of sleep and work commitments....when it was just the two of us against the world.... 

Adam, life is not measured by the number of breaths we take,

but by the number of moments that take our breath away. 

Today I choose to spend the rest of my life sharing those moments with you. 

I promise to love you above all else,

to respect and appreciate you,

to care for and spoil you,

to be your friend,

to share the joys and the sorrows

and to remember to live in the moment with you. 

Adam, I choose to build my life with you and as we grow old together and continue to change with age,

there is one thing that will never change,

I will always keep falling in love with you.

                                                

Chelsea, I love you not only for what you are,

but for what I am when I am with you. 

I love you not only what you have made of yourself,

but for what you are making of me. 

Today, you have made me complete and I choose to spend the rest of my life with you. 

I promise to love you above all else,

to respect and appreciate you,

to care for and spoil you,

to be your friend,

to share the joys and the sorrows and to remember to live in the moment with you. 

Chelsea, I choose to build my life with you and as we grow old together and continue to change with age,

there is one thing that will never change,

I will always keep falling in love with you.

Life doesn't always need to be a romance novel, things aren't always perfect and life and love can be hard when we feel the pressures of parenting small children who demand a lot of attention.  For now, romance may be Daddy bear making me a cup of tea at the end of a long day, however, I know that all too quickly this time-poor baby phase will pass and Daddy Bear and I will embark on the next phase of our lives together....in the meantime we are working hard to keep a line of communication open (even when we may only get 5 minutes some days) so that when we do get to spend time together we actually know who each other is!

So, happy anniversary to the man whom I respect more than anything and love with all I have.  Everything good in life is better shared with you and everything hard is made easier just by having you by my side....and hey, who knows, maybe if both the kids cooperate for 15 minutes at the same time tonight you may just get time to have a cup of tea with me AND read this post?!?!

Kinder boy

Our journey with Mr. A to this point has been a lesson in perseverance, persistence, faith and unconditional love.  Mr. A came into this world knowing what he wants with the determination to get it.  For those who don't know him or our story, Mr. A was born after a marathon 69 hour labour (a story I will save for another time though!) and in hindsight, the challenges I faced during that labour were preparing me for the fortitude I would need to parent our beautiful son. 

Mr. A did not want to be a baby- he would scream A LOT with no real explanation.  He detested being in the car, the pram for more than a few minutes, did not like seeing new people (heaven forbid if they would actually look at him!) and did not like being in anyone elses arms except for a selected few that he would allow to hold him (and even then it was only for a short time before he would call for Mama Bear).  He barely slept, and even then, he would only do so for a very limited time.  Needless to say, I was exhausted and torn between honouring my needs and the needs of my little man who was struggling.  Somehow, with the help of Daddy Bear, my parents (who I'll refer to as Nanny and Poppy from now on), a baby sling, family, chiropractic, persistence and faith, we muddled through our first year and made it from baby to toddler whilst parenting our boy and listening to his needs as well as our own.

That's not to say that once we reached toddler hood things became easy.  Once Mr. A found his voice and some independence it became easier to understand his needs but parenting him is still challenging at times and mind blowingly awesome in others.  He is a sensitive soul who does not like to be out of him comfort zone and gets worried easily.  He is emotional and really "feels" things, but on the flip side he has a determination that I admire and respect- he is a leader not a follower and it has taken time, trial and error and compromise to find the best way to parent him.  My heart told me that whilst he protested loud about most things, deep down he was just as lost and frustrated as I was feeling.  I did what my heart told me to do- respond to his needs, love him, persist, be gentle and not expect him to do what he "should" (especially when it came to sleep!), buckle in tight and enjoy the ride!

So, after this long back story, you can imagine my gratitude, love and pride as I dressed my beautiful boy this week for his first day at prekinder.  Had you asked me a year ago that I would kiss Mr. A goodbye and leave him in an unfamiliar place with unfamiliar people for 2.5 hours, I would have laughed in your face- one of those real belly laughs where you could almost pee your pants.  But yesterday Mr. A went to his first prekinder session and was quite excited about it.  He wore a uniform, looked super cute, posed for photos and was rather vocal that Mama Bear and Baby G had to drop him off and not stay.  Needless to say, my heart overflowed with love and gratitude as my little man took another step and milestone in his stride and whilst he was a little nervous, showed a courage and strength that reminded me our hard work, persistence and love is all very worth it.

I am forever grateful for my sweet boy who continually teaches me that the best things come to those who wait, to trust my instincts and above all else, when in doubt love deeply, be patient, let go and just enjoy xxx 

So, this is me.....

I must say writing my first blog is a lot harder than I had imagined.  Considering that I have been talking about doing it for three years now you would think I would have even the slightest clue on where to start and what to talk about.  After much deliberation I have decided on this:

Hi, my name is Chelsea and I am a wife, mother, daughter, sister, friend and much much more.  I would love to say that I am the type of person who keeps a clean car....but I am not.  I love a good latte (oat latte at the moment- but we will get to that another time!), I am a sucker for a good eyebrow thread, love, love, love TV of all sorts (I do not discriminate), I am finally learning to trust my instincts, even if they may be a little left of centre and not understood by some and mostly, I am a happy (but very busy) mama bear to two of the most exceptional little people I am sure I will ever meet.  I am eternally grateful that my husband still rocks my socks and I am thankful that we are taking the journey of life together. 

I dream that one day we can have a garden that we can grow most of our vegetables in (operation veggie patch is planned to start soon!), that our new home will be finished and that all of our boxes will finally be unpacked but mostly, I would like to take the time to remember that I am a work in progress, not always perfect and that I need to be kind to myself a little more often.

You will soon learn that I respect and appreciate authenticity and find the truth both liberating and inspiring.  Sometimes life is beyond wonderful, sometimes it sucks hard and what I find to be courageous is the person who is not afraid to tell it like it is rather than telling the world life is wonderful all the time.  I try to be that person because I feel honesty is beautiful and I'd rather be imperfect and real than perfect and fake any day.

So, that's me.  Mama, wife, TV lover and still searching for my place in life.  Life is crazy busy, deliciously fun, testing and frustrating at times, blissfully messy and above all so imperfectly perfect.  There is not much more I can do than buckle in, enjoy the ride and live life to the full from the honey pot!