51. The Toodle-loo Motherfucker meme 😂 – my daughter sent me this and said it reminded her of me: L M F A O, I did 😆😆😂😂
#throwback Feb 20, 2016 … yep and it still makes me lol x
Homai to Aroha
Another … WTF is that moment lol …
It’s part of a new painting … just a part … a macro of a part … hows that for fucking with yah … and the mindfulness thingy … well … that came out of a conversation i had with my youngest girl recently … whose on the verge of ‘falling in love’ again, or so she reckons lol.
She had asked Me, Yes Me, was there a right way to let go of love.
I much preferred it when she asked simple questions like ‘who was in NZ first’, or ‘how the fuck are you supposed to shove that up there … (referring to a tampon)’ … LOL.
But feelings … emotions … the dirty L word … ewww … I am a No-Go when it comes to that shizz.
But not one to pussy out … *eye ball roll* … I told her I’d have a think and get back to her … *another eye ball roll*
So I thought about it.
I thought about all those that I had fucked.
The one person I could say I had ever made consensual ‘love’ too.
All those that I had shut out.
All those that had pledged devotion and I promptly shat upon.
All those that I had wanted but hadn’t wanted Me.
All those that I had used.
All those that had used Me.
All those I’d come close to loving but was too fucking scared too say so.
‘Twas a sobering recollection. Groan …
And then I messaged her back and advised her of the following, with, of course, a *note to daughter* attached which said:
“I have absolutely No idea how to do love except where you girls are concerned; which leads me to believe there is No right or wrong way to do it or to let it go.”
And thusly – I advised her to fall in love as much as she could … as deeply as she could … for as long as she could … enjoying every little bit of it for what it was in that moment … and then when she’d had enough … to let it go just as readily as she had picked it up. That life was to short to regret not looking, loving, enjoying and moving on.
What does all that have to do with the photograph?
Sometimes we don’t take notice of, let alone enjoy, the macro view cos we’re to focussed on wanting to see the bigger picture … what it ‘might be’, potential and all that bullshit … instead of just enjoying the view you have for the time you have it <3
I love my girl.
Lots of sadness in the air at the moment … not sure if it’s grief, or release, or change. But it ‘feels’ sad.
‘OK’ sad though.
I try and roll with days like this now, and do what I ‘feel’, until whatever needs to make an appearance, appears.
It started last night, and this morning I opened Facebook to find my youngest daughter had ‘vented’ her wounds and grief at her father.
Now her story isn’t mine to tell; I’ve talked about her father, my ex husband, in other places in this blog – as ‘he’ pertains to Me.
But what I will say is this:
God knows I know that one!
But today all I felt was sadness for my girl. That all the positive mojo she tried to put into her relationship with her father, has come tumbling down and the pain of it all has brutally thrust itself to the surface.
But I am so proud of her … so very proud <3
So … back to the cookies … they’re my distraction and comfort food go – to ;)
It’s at this stage though:
that I start telling myself that I don’t really need cooked cookies and I should just eat the dough. And then I do a little bargain with myself – 2 handfuls for Me, 2 for the oven … and it goes like that until I end up with these:
Its now time for a good movie, a cookie or 3 and a cuppa tea <3
Josh Turner – Your Man, 2006
Every time my girl hears this, she does a little dance and grins from ear to ear as she sings along :)
I Love her fiercely xx
After so much rumination my jaw is sore from chewing on this bitchy cud!
Heres the options that came to mind prior to last nights conversation with my daughter … oh ye who is wise beyond her years …
-As you can see, I’m minimalistic in my approach.
Now this is a stance I take with racist slash sexist cunts … who won’t or can’t engage in an educational dialogue so each party can come to thy par-tay … and listen and learn. This is not a one sided process; it takes two … bay-bee.
Because of what I do, ‘activism; feminism’; and how I respond, I do realise I’m not your average acti-fem ;) I’m probably more tolerant than most. But I have learnt over time, that there comes a time in a conversation on these topics, that the little angel on one of your shoulders, tends to start jabbing you in the neck with its harpsichord, hollering – ‘Bitch please … you know they got their pointy whites on and be cross burning this lovely evening ay? … Give It Up!’ … and the horned dude on the other shoulder is just nodding in agreement … ‘what she said!’.
Yeah, thats usually the point at which I exit the conversation / friendship / acquaintance-ship etc.
And My Father hit that phase about 5 minutes into our last conversation.
So, do I roll with the usual schedule and kick his ass to the curb? I mean, whats gonna happen? He gonna ignore me for another 30 odd years??? Pfft.
Enter … my goddess daughter :)
She laughed and listened … then spoke.
“Yah know ma, sounds a bit like the conversation I had with my father (sperm donor), … ”
Pause for explanation: My girls have different biological fathers; the father to my second girl, I was married to, and he adopted my 1st girl … so is technically the father of both girls :) My girl has tried to maintain some kind of relationship with her biological father though … tried.
Back to conversation:
“… he told me I should ‘make’ my kids talk to him on the phone even if they don’t want to …”
Ok … like thats ever gonna happen I said … but still couldn’t quite see where her analogy was taking me …
“My father doesn’t know me, if he did he wouldn’t ever ask me to go against my principles. And your father is doing the same thing. Not only has he criticised who you are, he believes he has some right to have a say in who and what you are. And he is delusional if he thinks you will go against your principles.”
Ahhhhh …. beautiful girl :)
Me: “So what did you do my girl? How did you deal with it? Because I’ll be fucked if I know what to do with someone who is genetically connected to me but knows sweet fuck all about me. I know what to do with other people … with strangers … but this fucker? I am clueless on how to be respectful but still be Me.”
And she says:
“You are already being respectful Mum … you didn’t swear at him or let rip like you would’ve on someone else … and you’ve taken quite a while to process so you won’t just react.”
“Maybe you just need to work out where your limit is with him and don’t let him go any further than that. And just continue being You.”
Awww, I love my girl.
So there it is, Part 2 of my decision.
On all subjects that come up that are directly offensive, I’ll tell him. Not discuss it with view to educating him … just tell him … ‘I find that offensive and I’m not talking about that with you’.
I’ll continue to try to find … ‘common ground’ … with him, and spend what time we have left, hopefully, enjoying some sort of relationship with him.
But I will continue to be Me. All of Me.
No apologies. No explanations.
Ake ake Amine ;)
Another ‘eureka’ moment whilst taking a dump …
All of my kids lives, my greatest driving force for them as a mother, was to protect them and to keep them safe.
It wasn’t nurturing them or making sure they got adequate education or socialisation.
It was protection.
My ‘protection’ button may have been set a little too high, but it is what drove me to stay alive … to do better … to leave them.
Did I always succeed? Hell No. And that devastated me more than half the shit that ever happened to me.
But recently, my girl and her family have moved to a new house. And my ‘eureka moment’ was in the realisation that she is safe. Finally.
That her location, her state of mind, are all about healing and happiness. And she will replicate that for her family.
All that I ever wanted for her, but couldn’t give her, she now has. And that is her doing! Which makes me prouder and happier than I can express.
That finally, she has what I always wanted for her.
152. My daughter rang last night and I was asking how the mokos were. She told me this little story …
As a family, the kids have been watching TV in the mornings, since they were born. Well Mama and Papa have recently decided to make the process of getting ready in the mornings, smoother, by not allowing the TV on in the mornings. This also applies to after school.
Apparently they sat the kids down the other day and gave them the news.
Now apart from the no TV, the other new rule that has been implemented recently, is no swearing. … unless its expressive and theres no other word to use. They’ve learnt the difference pretty fast thanks to a healthy smoothie concoction that tastes foul apparently, but gets drunk when a non expressive swear word escapes their lips … parents included lol.
So, the mokos got the news about the new no TV rule … and the oldest, who is 8 … doesn’t wait for a breath or a filter and bursts out with …
“WHAT … THE … FUCK”
Both parents apparently choked back a bit of a laugh, and decided moko number one was expressing himself and this one could slide.
Moko has tried to bargain and complain and re negotiate this new rule, but hasn’t been successful.
My daughter says, the new rule is the best thing thats happened to them all LOL … apparently theres more talking and more homework done. Theres more ‘knowing’ their babies … more loving them xx
Well done my darling girl :) And well done moko, for being expressive, and for trying to re negotiate LOL
All that, Made me smile :)
Its been a hell of a long week…standard 7 days sure, but they felt like 14+! And if it wasn’t for the little date thingy on my screen, I’m not sure I’d actually, definitively know what the day and date was!
There’s been some awesome moments…and I hold onto those by my ultra long fingernails because they are what make this hellish feeling silently bearable.
So I’ll start with those moments…the good…
We looked after the mokos for the night…ahhh the other day I think. It was intense! Lovely intense; but I’m so past having a 2-year-old running around and a 6-year-old asking questions constantly lol. Don’t get me wrong, they were such a pleasure. I’m just…getting old lol. We were both absolutely wrecked by the time the next day rolled around, and when we finally got home, we hung out the washing and then collapsed in a small heap and slept for about 3 hours! OMG, I’m so soft now. I have a new-found appreciation for my daughter and her partner and their 3 beautiful children!
So, on this night, my daughter and her partner came home from their well deserved dining experience and my girl was slightly tipsy…and she started talking. We haven’t talked, talked, for along time…child restraints, time, distance etc etc. It was so nice…nice to hear her heart again. Shes my girl who has that great big heart; the deep deep soul. I heard her aches and her triumphs and the things she’s struggling with and wishes for. I heard her regrets and questions and ambitions and longings. I haven’t had the privilege of that for a long while now.
She talked about the things from her childhood that had hurt her. Things that I remembered but had a different perspective on. I got to tell her how I felt too. And she actually said, “You know; you’re a good Mum”. That was the best coming from her! I love her to bits…shes just an amazing soul…
Well we stayed up and talked like that for about 5 hours! It felt like when she was a little girl…we’d talk for hours! It’s how I got to know her :)
Her older daughter is also a deep wee soul. She has my sense, and her mamas sense, of the ‘unseen’…intuition, but with the senses. She has an intense sense of smell and can smell where you have been, what you ‘feel’ like, whats bothering you. But this little darling isn’t all hung up on what others think of her gift yet…it just is what it is, and she just rolls with it. It’s so nice to watch her, uninhibited.
Anyway, she had a game of hockey that she wanted me to go too. I said I couldn’t, and she started to cry. I felt bad but I knew I still couldn’t go. Then she stops crying and looks at me, and asks; “Why can’t you come?”…so I told her…”There’s to many people there for me darling, and I get scared. When I’m not scared, I’ll come to one of your games.”….Ohhh, she says…beautiful girl; just like she all of a sudden got it. Then she says to me, “and you can’t bring your pillow and blanky to the game ay”…no, sweetheart, I can’t…
She’s such a beautiful soul. All the mokos are. They have a deep sense, in differing ways, of understanding who and what is going on around them. And as long as you answer their questions brutally honestly, they are able to process all that is happening…the seen and the unseen. I don’t mean ‘ghostly’ unseen…but the vibes, body language, emotion; that is exuded by those around them. They are miles ahead of me, and their parents…all of humanity really. And it’s so beautiful to see.
It’s that subject that got me and my girl talking again later…about how each generation thinks they have a monopoly on ‘being right’; that they have all the answers to the previous generations mistakes and instead of learning from them, they are on a mission to rectify and rub their noses in it. We agreed that this is utter shit and there was a need to be able to transition from one ‘generation’ or era to the next, leaving behind what you need to, giving or passing on what you need to, and getting on with the present. Easier said than done…but a beautiful concept that we are all going to try.
The last of the recent family gatherings was coupled with a trip to the doctors. I’ve avoided the doctors for the past few months and really, I haven’t particularly needed to go. But I got a routine check up and repeats and got him to refer me back to the ENT to check the Vertigo (BPPV) situation. The shrink is trying to eliminate ’causes’…good on her.
Anyway…big ups to me for getting there with minimal fuss…still in the back seat, but some days you just have to know which battles to tackle. Being in the front seat wasn’t high on the priority list. So I breathed and distracted myself and I did good.
The highlight of this day was going to see my older daughter and the mokos!
My big girl is stunning. She amazes me all of the time! She has such a beautiful, tender way about her…and she’s continuously learning about herself and growing as a woman and a mother. That makes me very proud to be her mama.
We hung out…we talked…we laughed…and talked some more. Lots of food and more talking. I got cuddles with the little moko…she’s nearly two. She’s just got a decent grasp on the English language and likes to mimic everything that’s being said around her. She’s just beautiful.
There’s something quite lovely about being able to chill with the family. They’re all my pride and joy. I’m loving being able to relax with them instead of crawling the walls and looking for the nearest exit.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: Anxiety is a cruel thing. And ptsd is shit.
But to feel like its starting to be resolved, is pretty cool.
I love my girls…I love my mokos. And I look forward to plenty more moments of chilling with them…anxiety free :)