Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Happy 1st Birthday, Sweet Girl!

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Here we are baby, on the eve of your 1st birthday in the world of mortals...

It is 10pm as I write this, August 26th. This time last year, we had been in the hospital an hour by now, up to my 23rd hour of labour (4 more to come)...you were on your way, at last!

You take after your father in the sense of being punctual, you arrived on your due date, the 27th of August at 2:06am. But then...you take after your dad in many, many wonderful ways.

What a whirlwind year for all three of us! You, learning so many things about this world and adjusting to being in it. Your dad and I...we dove right in the middle of this ocean and began the lifelong journey of learning how to swim....I guess that's one analogy we could use for feeling our way through this vast experience of parenthood.

It was bloody hard, I won't lie. Being a new mum is the hardest thing I have ever fumbled through.I really had to dig deep to stumble through these past 12 months. I still fumble, but not as desperately and hormone-souped up. You turned our worlds upside down, inside out and handed it back to us profoundly different, in your tiny clenched baby fist.

I fell in love with you in the deepest, most primal way my mind and heart cannot fully grasp and never will...but my soul smiles and quietly whispers this love was always there, waiting...

I crave you, my arms physically crave to hold you whenever I am away from you for any longer than an hour. As soon as I see you, after an absence, you cuddle into me like a koala bear and I just hold you and bury my nose into your sweet smelling hair for the longest time and breathe you in.

It is a wonder to me, whenever I learn something new about you, as I watch your personality unfold like the petals of a flower opening to the morning sun. I have learned you are a very strong-willed little girl; watching you go for something you want or need with this fierce determination is quite something. You won't stop until you have it either, no matter how high up it is or how much we try to divert your attention. Stubborness too...is something you have inherited from both your dad and I. As much as it frustrates me sometimes...like when you outright refuse to sleep overnight in your own bed, demanding for hours to go into ours to sleep...I love that you have this strong will and stubborness. I believe, if you hold onto it, it will stand you in good stead in this world and in your life ahead. Just remember to temper it with good will and flexibility too, my sweetheart.

Be like an oak tree but remember to recognize when to bend a little with strong winds, lest they snap your branches.

We also learnt you have a wicked sense of humour. Cultivate that too baby, you'll need that in spades also, in this world.

Your smile....ohhhh your smile! That is your best feature. You'd light up the darkest corners of the Amazon jungle with that smile of yours.

This year you have learnt to clap, to crawl and, just a week ago, to pull yourself to standing. You have only stood up twice so far and your dad is YET to see it..so make sure you throw him a bone sometime soon and give him your 'stand-up' routine, ok?

You also took your first trip on a plane overseas! To Hawaii, no less, where you met you uncles and aunt for the first time and got to spend more time with Armah and Poppa. They hadn't seen you since you were born!

It was in Hawaii that you were present when your dad and I got married finally. We were all set to get married in May 2007 but you decided it was an event you didn't wanna miss so you made your impending presence felt and we agreed it was better to postpone the wedding until July of this year, with you present. It was a nice touch that you slept through the ceremony, however, it garnered a smirk from me *wink*.

You were the belle of the ball on that day and I didn't mind one bit that you stole the show. You, in your ivory 'puffball' tulle dress was cuteness personified.

I wish for you so many things...too many to type out here now. In your life ahead, I wish you fortitude.

I wish you many true loved friends.

I wish you a sparkling magical childhood wrapped in laughter, daisies, sparkles, lessons and innocence.

I wish you adventures.

I wish you strength of heart and body.

I wish you health.

I wish you self respect.

I wish you many travels in this wide world. Friends in every land you journey through.

I wish you great love, whether it be with one person or a few.

I wish you cleansing tears followed by smiles. As much as I want to shield you from hurt, it is unavoidable in this life and it strengthens us and teaches us. May you get through the storms and rainfall with your head held high.

I wish you success, no matter how many setbacks line the path to it. No matter what it is you pursue.

I wish you beauty. May you see it even in the least obvious places as well as the obvious.

I wish you wisdom. It takes a long time to acquire and not everyone holds it. Soak it up.

I wish you peace. In the world around you and in your heart.

I wish you compassion for other living beings, whether they be human, animal, bird, fish, reptile...

I wish you hope and dreams. For, without these, life is grey.

I wish you so much more...I could go on and on...I want to thank you for choosing me to be your mummy and for blessing my existance in uncountable ways.

I wish you a happy 1st birthday baby-girl, my heart!

Thursday, May 22, 2008

It's Been Way Too Long

...and I've had so many thoughts lately where I have said to myself:

"I must blog that..."

Same as when Maya does something, babbles something, or just grows up too fast everyday and I remind myself to write about it in her baby book...

But then I get distracted and don't...and feel guilty afterwards.

Just under 7 weeks until I'm a Missus. So strange to think that I'll be one of those...'married people'.

As long as I don't have to act like an adult ;).

Seriously, the wedding is coming up so fast and I've had a couple of moments where I have felt nervous. I've imagined it in my mind and thought of so many things to create or do to make it a cool, unique, beautiful wedding and then I realize how close the day is to being here and a little butterfly in the belly goes a-flutter!

Maya. She is growing up so fast. Even now I want to bottle her and keep her my baby forever.

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Teary Read

This made me cry....

Pretty much cried all the way through it actually

http://audreycaroline.blogspot.com/

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Friday, January 25, 2008

You're More Then That

Don't ever think you're not good enough
Like I once did
You're more then that
I don't want you to hide your beautiful smile behind your hand
To hide 'imperfect teeth' or a 'crooked jawline'
Like I once did
You're more then that
I don't want you to ever pinch your thighs or stomach and feel 'fat'
as you look at the models in your latest teen magazine
and vow to not eat for the next week
Like I once did
You're more then that
Don't squash down your dreams until they're dust
because someone told you "you aren't likely to achieve that..."
Like someone once told me
You're more then that
I look at you now and I see you as you truly are in your rawest, most pure form
Your smile makes my heart burst
Your cheeky way of sticking out your tongue makes me laugh every single time
Your quiet , studious gaze belies an intelligence beyond your tiny age
Your strong insistence on getting your message across and having your needs fulfilled makes me hope you keep it throughout your life while chasing dreams
Imagine the most beautiful, unique, passionate, loving, intelligent person that ever lived
And realize you're good enough
Like I finally did
And know that you're even more then that

I love you Maya - Love Mummy xxxooo

Sunday, January 13, 2008

In their hands

Interesting article, one which reflects what I believe about parenting...

In their hands
by Peggy O'Mara, Publisher/Editor, Mothering Magazine

"When our children are young, we hold their lives in our hands. This is a serious charge. It changes us. As our children grow older, however, we begin to put ourselves in their hands. And when we do, we are glad that the history we share is so deep.

I took a road trip recently with three of my kids to visit my son, who is a whitewater river rafting guide for the summer. I knew as soon as my son told me he was going to be a guide that I would have to go on the river and face my fear of the rapids.

It was not the first time that parenthood has pushed me to go beyond a limited sense of myself I've previously put myself in my children’s hands for other adventures. I believe my son if he tell me, "It's all good, Mom." I know that I am truly accommodated, that my weakness is tolerated, and that my fears are responded to with good humor.

My son, on the other hand, is friends with fear. He likes to snowboard fast down frozen water in the winter and raft down fast-moving water in the summer. As a one year old, he would lie with his ear to the floor and listen to the water as it rushed down the drain beneath the toilet. As he listened, he said his first word, Chine! Chine!, short for machine. His first love was a lawn mower. He walked at about the same age and never minded failing. This was also the baby who spent the first six months of his life either in arms or in the red Snugli baby carrier. He was very dependent before he became very independent.

This was a baby who liked contact, who demanded contact, who wanted always to be in touch, who in every way is a very physical person. We are often impatient with babies because they are so physical. The popular media suggests we have to train our babies to control themselves, to be independent, to sleep, and to obey, as if these were not things that had intrinsic value and would be learned naturally, as a matter of course, in human society.

How dangerous for our society that we distrust the very behavior that is the most necessary for human survival. It is those babies who demand to be attached who are the most evolved. And it is the most securely attached babies who will have the best chance to be the most resilient adults. Resiliency comes from having internalized the functions of an empathic mother and father.

There is an inherent order in the nature of things, despite tests of those who suggest that babies must be taught basic human instincts and made compliant for the convenience of adults. Nature never contradicts itself, and we can look to nature when we are confused about how to respond to our children or about making difficult decisions.

Parents are faced with a myriad of decisions, and we are often torn between the advice of the experts and our own inner voice. We sometimes think that there must be an answer outside of ourselves, that we can counter the anxiety of being totally responsible for another human being by comforting ourselves with some "dependable" solution. And while there are tried-and-true solutions that parents have shared with each other from time immemorial, it is really much simpler than that.

Today, or in any age, there is really only one decision that underlies all other decisions concerning our children. This decision is whether we will choose love or fear; whether we will accept or resist the situations that happen with our children; whether we will choose to cooperate or to be adversarial with our children; and whether we will, see them as our equals or wield authority over them. These are the qualities that form the underbelly of our parenting decisions and the underpinnings of all actions that we take.

Sometimes we react with fear and authority inappropriately when we are worried about our own self-image. At other times, we choose fear and authority because of legitimate concerns over immoral, illegal, or unsafe behavior. How we make our parenting decisions underscores what we believe about human beings, about human nature, about the nature of the child. Is' there inherent order and purpose in our child's development, or must we as parents bring this order and purpose to our child's life?

It's funny, in a way, that we have so much trouble trusting our loved ones. Every day we walk into rooms and buildings built by strangers we'll never see and don't give a second thought to their inherent integrity. We drive on highways with strangers, highways built by other strangers, and daily we entrust our lives to them all. Children are an easy excuse to indulge fear.

Our bodies have autonomic nervous systems whose functions are automatic. They are not voluntary. This means that for the really important things, nature has hardwired a system that cannot be disrupted except under extraordinary circumstances. We cannot stop our breathing no matter how hard we try without extraordinary devices. If we hold our breath, we will simply pass out. We cannot will our heart to stop, nor can we touch or hurt our heart without extraordinary means. Nature never leaves the really important things to chance. What is the source of our breathing and our heart rate? It's a mystery that we trust every moment.

The English word trust comes from the Scandinavian for "faithful, full of faith." To trust ourselves is to be true to ourselves. Faith is, in itself, a leap. Our faith is not based on evidence but exists regardless of the evidence. Faith is not a conclusion, but an affirmation. We can have faith in ourselves as parents, in our unique challenges and decisions, because we have faith in our children as accurate barometers of the biological imperative.

Our children are born hardwired for survival. Their needs and wants are the same. They know what they need, and they demand it. In hunter-gatherer societies, being in the arms of the mother meant that the infant was safe from the tiger. In modern times, being held in another's arms still means survival. The single most important factor responsible for an infant's normal mental and social development is physical holding and carrying. Infants need to be in arms. They know it, and they let us know it.

Current fashions and customs conspire against these natural and necessary needs of human infants. Devices such as the plastic infant carrying tray, pacifiers, cribs, and bottles are ways to distance ourselves from our babies, to gain a respite from the intimacy they require for full human development. Trends in perceiving the life of the home as servitude and drudgery, as well as lack of economic support for the family, also conspire to separate us from our loved ones, as these trends quite literally put physical distance between us.

Human infants don't like physical distance. They like constant physical contact. They expect it. They need it. And they're totally content when they have it. But how do we learn to surrender to this fierce need when others warn us that we must teach our infants to sleep, to be independent-and certainly not spoil them?

It’s ridiculous to think that nature would leave a function as important as sleep to foolish parents, some of whom would look at each other on their child's eighth birthday and exclaim, "Oh, honey, we forgot to teach Little Cindy to sleep!" Sleep is a need, not a habit. It an instinct. It takes care of itself because in nature, all essential functions take care of themselves.

Holding and carrying infants also take care of themselves because nature gives babies such endearing qualities that they are irresistible.,, Responding to their inherent needs develops qualities necessary for our survival as adults, qualities like consciousness, patience, generosity, kindness, and bravery. In Darwin's original writings, "survival of the fittest" refers to those individuals and societies who are the most sympathetic. A sympathetic culture has the attributes necessary for survival. Nature itself is sympathetic.

Infants don't only like to be held during the day, they like to be close at night, too. That's human nature. Yet, we treat our infants worse than we treat any other humans, or even animals. Under no circumstances would we leave a crying adult, friend or stranger, alone in a room without extending our condolences and offers of help. We pride ourselves on this kind of civility. We sleep with our pets. New puppies or kitties get to come into the bedroom if they cry.

Just as it is perfectly natural for animals to sleep together in groups, it is perfectly natural for human infants to want to sleep with their parents. All animal babies sleep with their mothers. Over time, human infants teach their parents to enjoy touch again.

Our infants are hardwired to bring their discomfort to their parent. Crying is their language. The parent is their interpreter. The infant's sense of discomfort is nonspecific and undefined. As they mature, they learn to differentiate sensations and associate them with certain experiences, so that in time they can specify and name their discomfort. This takes months, even years. Nowhere in the animal kingdom do we see intolerance of the dependency of infancy. In all of nature, dependency is protected and indulged.

It is obvious that dependency is feared by many adults. Many are hungry for intimacy but afraid to surrender. Yet, life with infants is a surrender. When we just give up and give them what they need, it becomes so easy. It reminds me of the true meaning of the Sabbath-a day of leaving things just as they are, not trying to change them, and not doing anything. With infants, we are but humble servants to what is.

This kind of surrender has three enemies. They are fear, denial, and control. Whenever we have trouble trusting our infants, we are usually in the grip of one of these visitors. They always accompany actions of deep consequence. They are the guardians who hone our self-esteem. For it is the difficulties of being a parent that forge us into fuller human beings, with the track records and courage to face new difficulties.

These difficulties are better faced when we tell ourselves the truth and see things unclouded by fear, denial, or control.

What we fear, approach it. What we deny, say it. What we control, release it. With fear, denial, and control aside, we can see things in our own unique and authentic way.
It is our very innocence as parents, our freshness and inexperience, that redeem us. With each new family, nature has another chance. Another chance for happy accidents that change the course of history. Another chance for amateurs to do something no one else has ever done before. Another chance for genius.

Don't listen to the experts. Forget about them unless they come over and help you put your baby to sleep. Forget about them unless they'll remember your baby's name in 20 years. Don't give up your authority as a parent to people who don't know your baby as well as you do or who don't know your baby at all.

Don’t stand unmoving outside the door of a crying baby whose only desire is to touch you. Go to your baby. Go to your baby a million times. Demonstrate to your baby that people can be trusted, that the environment can be trusted, that we live in a benign universe. The crisis of the first year of life is trust or mistrust. Which will your baby learn?

Someday you'll need your grown-up baby to go to you. Someday you'll be in the hands of your baby. Will your baby protect you in the rapids, or will he be intolerant of your fears and weaknesses, of your dependencies?

The way you give to your baby now is the beginning of all that."