Nanny Files

After 2 months ‘off’ looking after children,  I was looking forward to catching up with Mr 4 and Miss ‘newly I’m starting to talk ‘2’. I was greeted with hugs and stories, hand holding and sitting around their tiny table while I watched them eat breakfast. Later, as we drove to miss 2’s child care centre I asked Mr 4, ‘hey you have funny names for your aunty  and your grandmothers (ga ga) so I wonder what kinda name you will give me?

He looks down at his feet and says quietly ‘oh, I don’t know about that Leonie. Cos your NOT an aunty but your definitely NOT as old as my ga ga’….. I was secretly feeling quite happy at his retort and asked ‘well how old is your ga ga ?’ He seriously replies, quick as a flash ‘OH really REALLY Old, I mean, at least 35’ ….

This is one of the reasons I love being around kids. Mind you, one has to be prepared to share your energy with them because as my sister says ‘little kids are for young mums!’  I couldn’t agree more.

Later that day, we walked around GOMA looking at the MARVEL exhibition (I couldn’t understand how so many people lined up and paid $25 to get into that exhibition and sadly realised Ive been barking up the wrong tree, certainly the wrong industry my entire life)…


We also wandered through the dinosaur exhibition which is good value I think (no entry fee),  sit on a cushion and watch a few photo’s of various dinosaurs. (see below)


As we meandered our way through South bank, we stopped for a lemonade at a cafe en route. I was feeling a tad guilty having to continually say “No”to his requests of  ” but why can’t I buy a super hero toy?’ I patiently explained  ‘I only have so much money for entry fee, parking and lunch’…whilst silently wondering should I even explain that much to a 5 year old?  Maybe that’s too much info for his little brain to process,  perhaps we are both better off with a from assertive, ‘NO’ and let’s sort of move along kind of attitude.

After we arrived home, I took off my shoes and put my feet up.  He asked what I was doing … ‘I’m having a 10 minute rest because my feet are sore’ .  He then enquires ‘why they are sore?’ I look at my phone Ap and see that we have actually walked 4.5 kms (I’m very impressed that there was not one utterance of ‘I’m tired of walking’ from him!)

I replied ‘I have a bunion. It hurts after I’ve walked a lot. See how my big toe is growing sideways. ‘Hmm’ he says again, ‘my ga ga is a doctor. She could fix this. You should go to her house.’

‘Yes, but then I can’t walk for 6 weeks’.

He looks at my feet thoughtfully, sort of rubs his hand knowingly over his chin, glances back at me and says ‘well, you’re really going to have to find a way to deal with that.’


The slides of life…

I sat with my friend J at the waters edge enjoying our final evening together. We watched the water slapping the foreshore and observed the sky change colours several times during the hour. Clouds moved, colours faded, the grey grew darker…We chatted about our friendship over the past weeks and I thanked him for being a friend someone I could paddle board with, I was someone he could confide in. Not easy for the alpha male at times. We were very helpful for each other, as he was recovering from a marriage break up and I was going through a personal issue myself. It made me realise that everyone is fighting some sort of secret battle, we just don’t often share it with one another. But we had each endured heartache over the past weeks and both been a shoulder when needed and I think back to our ‘chance’ meeting on the beach the morning I arrived, or was it?

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It made me think about that saying ‘you always get what you need but you may not get what you want.’ How true that’s been in my life and in particular these past weeks. I came to the Bay to write, to rest up, to slow the pace down. I ended up doing a 6 weeks women’s course, making a few new friends and enjoying delicious beach walks. So often we make lists of our ‘wants’ and at times are encouraged to do so – in the whole ‘attract it in brigade’ … but really in essence we can get by with very little. What do we truly need? What is really important? If we only had a year left to live where would we place out attention? What makes our hearts sing? What’s our true purpose here ?

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Maybe things occur simply when they’re meant to. If we believe in fate and destiny, we can let go of the ever present stressful striving that our planet demands of us and relax a little more? Then, perhaps in our relaxed being we can glean a little more wisdom?

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Any thoughts?

For the strugglers….

As I say farewell to the beautiful bay I’m filling my cup with peace and quietude and pray for hope to all who are struggling to find meaning in life. Ive met a few whilst I’ve been here,  a man who lost his only son 4 years ago, a lady who’s husband just walked out and a new friend who just lost her beloved pet.


I watched a program the other night about a young single mum in Sydney, living on $15 a day. I remembered back to my single mum days and remembered that there were sometimes 2 – 3 days before pension day that I wouldn’t have any money either. The feeling of constant angst, worrying if things were going to get any better infiltrated my state of being pretty much all the time. The show was highlighting the brilliant work of the Salvation Army and the interviewer showed such a beautiful depth of compassion. Afterwards he said something that stayed with me, ‘next time you hear people bragging about how much their properties are worth spare a thought to people like this young lady who struggles to pay rent, ($325 a week for a bedsit) through no fault of her own, while she raises her son.’

I reflected back 30 years,  when my mother gave me $1000 so I could buy a car. In perfect syncronicity a friend who was helping someone who’s hubby had just passed away and she was selling his car. My friend asked about it, knowing I was looking. It was a perfect buy at $900 ! Funnily enough, my little boy somehow discovered one day while poking his hands down the front seat – coins! It was always a 10 or 20 cent piece but it bought so much excitement in his little world. It always fills me with a warmth whenever I think about that. We would sit together and sing a song I’d learned from the Relaxation Centre about money….. money is coming la la la laaa.

Funny the things that happen in life.



Movie review ‘Gifted Hands’….

I’ve been doing a lot of reading of late. If you want to be a writer, ya got to read a lot at least thats what the ‘experts’ say.  In my down time, I watch a movie from the library. Last night I watched a true story about a guy who wasn’t the brightest at early primary school, but his mother inspired him to make a difference, encouraged him that he had a brain that was capable of anything. He ended up becoming a neurosurgeon, one of the best surgeons in the world, responsible for separating co joined twins! I thoroughly recommend this feel good movie, it’s inspiring which in a world where we see so much heartache and hear of daily atrocities, is truly refreshing for ones spirit to watch something that uplifts us. Enjoy.