Stories from the journey home
A young boy is sitting behind a plate of food. He has the cutest grin! Photo was taken by Jon Haley on Unsplash The following story came up on my social media feed. And encouraged me to post the following response elsewhere. https://www.sbs.com.au/topics/voices/culture/article/2021/02/12/ethnic-lunchbox-shame-finally-thing-past This made me a little emotional. Growing up in regional Australia where... Continue Reading →
It was Thursday night when the notice came up on my social media feed. Me: Hey, there is an exhibition of surrealist art at the Tate…Son: You know, I’m not a fan of modern art, but I do think surrealism is interesting.Me: Wanna see it with me?Son: Sure! So we booked a time for Saturday... Continue Reading →
Featured image by Jonny Gios on Unsplash I wonder if I should ask him to check his bags one last time. Just to make sure he has everything. But the words stick in my throat. I know he is ready to go. The big wide world, with its adventures and heartbreak, is waiting for him.... Continue Reading →
The following came up on my Facebook feed today. It was an 8 year old memory. Me: So what are you going to do for your school topic talk this week?Son: What I would do if I ruled the world.Me: Oh I see… And what would you do love?Son: I'd stop all the wars. Our... Continue Reading →
My husband is a journalist working for an international news agency. He usually comes home after our son goes to bed and has been missing him grow up. So my husband started catching up with our son over hot chocolate on the days he wasn’t working. Just the two of them, after school — to... Continue Reading →
Our boy has recovered from his mild bout of COVID. He was back at his computer when he raised his head and asked me: Him: Mum can I spend time in central London with my friends next weekend? “No,” screams my heart. You could hear it from six blocks away. “You’re six years old. You... Continue Reading →
Photo by Yaroslav Danylchenko on Pexels.com Our son tested positive for covid at the end of January. He had a runny nose and some body aches, but no fever or cough. We didn't think much of it until his lateral flow test turned up with two lines -- a sign that meant he'd contracted covid.... Continue Reading →
I’d like to know how to slow time down. Not forever. Just for a little while. Enough to remember the last time he held my hand when we crossed the street. The last time he fell asleep in my arms. The last time I solved all his problems with a hug and a soft kiss... Continue Reading →
Him: Mum, how about I show you a Warhammer battle report? Me: How about you bring home an A for something first?
My husband bought the cake. Cookies and cream. Our boy’s favourite. Watching the delight on his face was a real pleasure. Not long now before he’s grown and it’s just his father and me. For Debbie’s Six Word Saturday
I am proud today. I know. I've got to watch it. But I couldn't help the emotion ballooning. Our son didn't win a medal. He didn't bring home an A for his homework. BUT Our son's cello teacher told us that he was a good student and that he had potential. Now that he has... Continue Reading →
The double bass he played has gone. He has been concentrating on his cello since he started high school. Our son said he liked it better. It took about a term and a half for us to hire a cello from his new school. It was a touch big for him when he started. I... Continue Reading →
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