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Every child

Every child

I am speaking at a MOPS group tomorrow about creativity.

As I prepare my message I am so aware of how many people do not think they are creative because of fear and intimidation about what others will say about their pursuits.

Can you remember the first time you realised, that maybe you weren’t that good at something creative?

Humanity, our brokenness, comparison, competition…

Negative words spoken over our lives that are not true…

Our creativity is often the first part of our lives, that is affected when are worried about what other people think.

Very quickly, we start to question and doubt our abilities.

As a child we are transformed from these young girls, who dance freely around the kitchen whenever music is played, to women who are uncomfortable that we may look silly or childish or fat.

As a young child, we play up to the camera, wanting someone, anyone to take our photo, we smile, we play, we react to the camera and then one day we become shy and worry about whether I am good looking enough, what I am wearing is okay, what others will think of my outfit.

As young children we cook with delight, making the most terrible breakfasts for our mums in bed, with cold toast and burnt coffee, but we are so proud, as we grow older we become afraid of inviting guests over for dinner, because my food isn’t up to ‘masterchef standard.’

We draw, scribble, outside of the lines as a toddler and preschooler and then we hear negative word, one after another at school that we cant paint the sky purple, that girls must like butterflies and boys trucks and our creativity is year after year squashed into a place of perfection.

We are terrified at looking at a blank canvas, because what if I produce something that is not good enough and someone laughs at me.

Our creativity, goes from being so satisfying to a terrifying land of imperfection and drivenness to be amazing and over the top.

In the midst of our lives as women, the busier we get, the more we neglect the simple things, the more we neglect the languages of our heart (creative stuff) to the too hard basket. Whether we have a cupboard full of material offcuts, a big box of wool that we used to delight in, cookbook upon cookbook that we ignore, a plan for the garden that we just never get too, a dream to take photos, a niggle in our heart to write…

Remember what it was like to be a young child who was free and able to express themselves without judgement and fear?

How can you recapture those moments?

How can you create again without worrying what others may think?

How can you confront those feelings of lack?

In the beginning God created and his initial response was…

It is good.

Can we also do this again, finding satisfaction in our uniqueness rather than comparing ourselves to others perfection?

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celebrating milestones

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One thing my friends do well is celebrate milestones. There are moments in each of our lives, that if they sail past quietly, we are the poorer for it. Speeches that celebrate life, toasts humbled by the memories of how far we have ventured together and friendships enriched.

Last night was one of those milestones, an important birthday of one of my best friends.

No presents were allowed, everyone just got given recipes to bring and we broke bread together.

The wine flowed, the conversation danced and a beautiful memory was made.

My recipe was pulled pork and it was surprisingly easily and delectably delightful.

It is slow cooker season where I live, try this one out on your family and friends this winter.

Why not make a memory of it.

(Last night it was served with fresh bread with yummy salads, today we are having left overs with fresh rolls and coleslaw made up like burgers.)

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SLOW COOKED PULLED PORK

INGREDIENTS

3 tablespoons paprika

2 tablespoons salt (if desired, you can cut back on the salt by only using 1 tablespoon)

2 teaspoons black pepper

1 teaspoon cayenne pepper (if desired, you can cut back on the pepper by only using ½ teaspoon of cayenne)

1 teaspoon garlic powder

½ teaspoon dried thyme

½ cup honey

¼ cup red wine vinegar

3 tablespoons olive oil

1 onion, peeled and cut in half

3 1/2 pounds of pork shoulder, cut in half

INSTRUCTIONS

1. In a medium size mixing bowl, mix together the first six ingredients (all of the spices) with a fork.

2. Pour in the honey, vinegar, and olive oil and stir to form a paste.

3. Place the onion in the bottom of the slow cooker. Top it with the 2 pieces of pork and then pour the honey paste over all sides of the pork pieces. It’s okay if some of it (or a lot of it) just drips down to the bottom.

4. Turn the slow cooker on to low and cook for 7 to 8 hours or until the meat is tender enough to be easily shredded with a fork.

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Secret Dads business: what they never tell first time fathers

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There is so much research, wisdom and counsel for first time mums. From the mummy blogs, youtube tutorials,  community advocacy and outreach programs.

In our first couple of years of novice parenthood, we have found hardly any information for first time dads.

My husband Charl, breaks most stereotypes that people try to place him in.

He is passionate about strength in men, he works daily with teenagers who are the most vulnerable in our community, but at the same time he is emotionally intelligent.

He loves training in Muay Thai, regularly will be found in a boxing ring with one of his mates, eating whole chickens after a workout in one sitting and is proud to be a man’s man.  At the same time though he is willing to talk about his emotions and what is stressing him, I often overhear him talking on the phone with his best mates and talking deeply about life and that which is confusing him. The conversation is hardly ever shallow, it is often deep, thoughtful and encouraging.

The very first time I realised there was a major lack of balance in help and information for first time fathers, was a few hours after the birth of our little Maximus.

I remember nurse after nurse, midwife after midwife, doctor after doctor, talking directly to me about our son and completely dismissing my husband and his questions.

It was like they categorised him in a Beefcake/male macho/ here in a token appearance kind of way. It didn’t matter how much I referred questions and decisions to Charl, they would always look to me for the final say.

It was at that moment that I decided that this was wrong and my husbands thoughts, emotions and concerns with the birth of our first little baby were just as valid as mine. If not more valid, because he was not only now responsible for a little person, but his partner who was the most vulnerable that he had ever seen her.

I smiled a few hours later that morning, after many conversations about an important bonding phenomena that the hospital staff were talking about which is called ‘skin to skin contact’. Professionals recommend as soon as possible, that they place the baby naked on the Mums chest to form a unique and strong bond outside of the womb. The stability of the baby when placed on a Mothers chest, after the trauma of the birth is miraculous.

Many would say that this practise is important in the first few weeks after birth as well, so that the baby forms a strong bond with its Mum, transitioning from the nurturing environment over the last nine months to the new and overwhelming stimulus in the world they now find themselves.

The reason I was smiling was, (even though the professionals had been talking to me about this practise), I rolled over half asleep, to see my former world championship body builder husband, had ripped his shirt off in the hospital and had his first born son, chest to chest in the most beautiful moment of my life. He was determined from the very first few hours of my sons time on this earth, to let him know that he was his protector, his buddy, his father, his companion in this world.

The bonding between father and son, was just as important as the bonding necessary between Max and me. At that precise moment, I remember a midwife walking into our room, seeing my very buff husband bare chested with our son, raising her eyebrows and rolling her eyes.

Week after week, moment after moment, I have watched my husband deliberately form connection and bonding with his son. His work with troubled youth, daily reminds him of the breakdown of Father and child relationships. When we spent time in a slum in Thailand, shown in the photos above, it was amazing to see the young men, who were in gangs, drug traffickers and often spent the evenings prostituting themselves to older men, respond to my Charl. The bond between men and their children is imperative if we are to see a change in our society and the issues that culturally run so deep.

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dadda twoIf we begin encouraging this bonding right from the birth, I believe great generational change can be encouraged in our society. In our public system men are forced to leave the hospital overnight, the doctors and professionals are completely focussed on the mother and in our experience the opinion of the father is often ignored, unless there is a serious problem in communicating with the mother.

Some tips for first time dads

As novice parents, we have learnt some of these lessons along the way and as we prepare for the second birth of our baby in less than a couple of months time, we are a little more ready than before.

So new Dads, here are our thoughts;

  • Ask any question that you have, even if your questions are ignored, ask again and get the information you want before you leave the hospital.
  • Wear closed in shoes to the birth! Even if it’s the middle of the night, don’t just chuck on thongs (Jandles), believe us from first hand experience thongs and birth don’t go together.
  • Find a guy in your friendship circle that you can be completely honest with about the overwhelming feelings of responsibility that come when your baby is born.
  • As much as your wife needs to bond with your newborn, so do you, so if that means Mother in Laws, Aunties, Uncles, friends, Aunt Bertha’s need to be told to stay away, then you do what is necessary for your new little family.
  • Birth’s can be super fast, but also overwhelmingly long, make sure you have coins for parking, snacks for the wait and a bottle of beer waiting at home, for when you go back to your house alone that night, you will need some company.
  • If anyone asks what can I do to help? what presents do you need? Tell them food. Get those hospitality crazy relatives to cook you meals. Stock up the freezer and the fridge. No one ever needs another bib, or a crazy outfit that says ‘My Dad rocks’, everyone needs good wholesome food when a baby is born.
  • Don’t be afraid to speak your mind when someone in your world is overstepping the boundaries in the first few weeks of your babies lives. The protective instinct that comes alive when you become a Father is a very real and valid feeling, clearly, with kindness, let those closest to you know what your little family needs.
  • Own it. You are just as important in this whole new scenario as your partner. Bring your strength and your ideas, understand the roller coaster of emotions for your wife is crazy. So be slow to speak in the heat of the moment and do everything you can to bring kindness and grace. Don’t be afraid though to pick up that little dude when he is screaming and comfort him. Don’t be afraid to take control and get involved.

To all those people who are about to have little new people in our world, we are so excited for you.

It is the craziest and most breathtakingly beautiful experience of our lives.

Charl, you are the most amazing father and I cannot wait to do it all again. Thank you for taking part in this season of our lives. Thank you for getting up early, thank you for kindly caring for me, thank you for your strength, your opinions and your ideas, I value every single one of them.

You are my person.

I wouldn’t want to form a human with any other person in the world.

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happenstance

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Sometimes we plan inspirational moments, other days they just fall into our laps with happenstance.

A coincidence.

A moment captured.

An opportunity grasped.

This morning I sat down at my computer preparing for my day and my son came into my room with his rain boots on and a big sand bucket ready for adventures.

My big man has the day off today and he wasn’t far behind my Max, they were on their way to the beach to collect little memories.

As my big man walked away, I smiled and thought ‘How gorgeous do they both look!’, I yelled from my desk, take lots of photos for me.

My husband replied ‘No, you come and take your own!’

So I did.

Hilarious.

I left my computer, I left my work and I wandered the beach barefooted in the rain with my best friends.

I remembered how much I loved to collect memories. I breathed in deeply the autumn breeze. I felt so completely home in that moment like I had lived it many times before. Like Heaven kissing the sand with its wet breath and life.

Happenstance, is available to us every day. A little coincidence here and there. It can only be captured though if we take time to notice the moments.

As we combed the beach looking for shells, sea urchins and weed, we in turn were teaching our little one to notice.

To notice that which is everyday in our world and make it something special.

What is awaiting your discovery today?

Lay down the I pad, look out the window and explore.

Find some happenstance.

Moments of beauty awaiting discovery.

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Change

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Often I chat with people who are so frustrated with an area of their life.

They want change.

It is often these same people who blame the problem or situation on everyone else.

‘My leader won’t give me the opportunity.’

‘They just won’t listen to me.’

‘There is no one out there who wants to date me.’

‘My friends don’t spend time with me.’

‘I can’t trust anyone, they always hurt me.’

They, them, those…

It is easy to blame everyone else on your current unhappiness.

It is hard to look inward and confront that in our own lives that needs to change.

I find in my life, whenever I hear myself blaming others, I stop myself and ask ‘what is my part to play in this scenario.’

Confront the truth.

Ask others to help you find that truth.

And listen.

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