Tuesday, 16 August 2011


The last few days I've not posted much, but I have had many thoughts swimming through my head.

After the chilling Norwegian gunmen's heinous act, and the frenzy in Jersey which claimed innocent lives, I realized that both acts affected children. I am by no means downplaying or undermining adult lives lost or destroyed irreparably in numerous incidents around the world, where someone takes it upon themselves to kill others in the name of what they believe is right.

I have a suggestion. In future why don't these terrorists who cant stand the state of the world or people, just kill themselves, and go direct to have a chat with the Almighty about what to do about the 'problem' they see in our world?

Wednesday, 10 August 2011

Playground Politics

Tara had a play date today at the local playground. Well...not really a playdate. A group of mums from nursery decided to pack a picnic and meet at the playground. Tara was very happy to see her old frtiends, even asking by name for those not there.

Most of the children are around a year older than Tara, and it showed when they played. Tara waited in line for her 'turn' at the swings and climbing frames only to be shoved aside by the older ones. She was a bit crestfallen and tried to keep up.

It made me wonder as I watched. I raised Tara the old fashioned way. She has to mind her p's and q's, wait her turn, and treat others with respect. Was I doing the right thing? Would she be able to survive the world where people who shove, get to go on the swings first?

I don't know the answer, but I think I will stick to my way.... it just feels right.

Tuesday, 9 August 2011

One thing..

If I was to name one thing which I think is the root cause of all problems, it is intolerance.

Think about it. Intolerance in queues, traffic situations, husbands and wives, family in general, other people's cultures and traditions etc. etc.

Intolerance goes hand in hand with impatience, false ego and perception of lack of time.

We just can't wait. We think our time is paramount and our ego makes us feel more important than we are. All these put together make us angry and intolerant. Most of life's problems can be traced back to this. Let's all try and change this one attribute in us, and take a new look at the world we plan to leave our children.

Friday, 5 August 2011

Am I home yet?

Its been a few days since Ive written. I've had family staying over and it was....interesting.

Family...you can't live with them or without them.

Before I was married to The Husband, I couldn't wait to get away from my family home, to spread my wings, be my own person, live my life et al. Anything my mother said to me was interpreted the wrong way and the classic, "no one understands me" was my constant refrain. 

I have a wonderful husband and lovely child today. But even now, at times, I feel..I want to go home..

So where is home? One thing is for sure, home is not a place, in the physical sense, like a piece of land with a house on it. Home is probably a place where we feel at peace, secure and we can just....be. We are embroiled in relationships and the business of living every single day. Life, at every stage does not easily allow us to "be". So we keep looking....and hoping...that one day we will be home, wherever that is.

Tuesday, 2 August 2011

Another year!

Tara had a perfect birthday today. She went to bed with a smile, and I with aching muscles. Putting the special day together had me running like a headless chicken, but it was worth every discomfort when my little lady put her arms around me at night and said she had a wonderful day today.

Another year has gone by. I was led to believe that it gets harder with children as they grow up. I disagree completely. In my humble opinion, the first 6 months are hell on earth, the next 6 months marginally better, as you get used to being in hell. 18 months things start looking up, 2 years it feels easier as does 3. But 4 years later, I feel immense pride in having a perfect daughter, so easy to be with.

Or maybe that's just Tara. One hell of a good girl! Its my privilege to be her Mum.