Sunday, 21 September 2014: One Year, One Hundred and Seventy Three Days Old.
Hubby, a friend of his and I went out fishing in the boat today and of course we had Baby Ayla in tow.
Ayla was SUCH a good girl; I can’t express how proud and grateful I am of the beautiful, calm, friendly and content little girl she’s growing in to!
We were out on the water for 7 hours, right through the middle of the day, and Ayla was literally an angel the whole time. She spent the the day sitting up on my chair, chewing on biscuits, chatting away to us and playing with her dolly. And whenever a fish came on board Ayla would get as excited as we were, happily pointing and declaring “fish! fish!” over and over until we threw it back.
Ayla’s awesomeness meant it was the first time since becoming a mum that I’ve actually been able to join in on the fishing action properly, without worrying about her getting into lures, falling over at every wave or eating bait… Mmm yum! Instead, I was confidently able to relax and enjoy being out on the water with my bestie (Hubby) doing what we love, while the person we love most (Ayla) watched over us and cheered on from the sidelines.
As if in thanks for her great behaviour, (in case the perfect weather, calm water and good fish weren’t enough) the “Fish Gods” put on an amazing display of beauty when a pod of dolphins came up to play beside the boat. Ayla stood up on the deck while I held on tight and we watched in awe as the dolphins swam effortlessly beside the boat coming up for breaths of air and riding the bow wave.
We all felt so lucky and happy to be witness to something so naturally beautiful; it was one of those perfect moments that make you feel blessed and thankful and get a sense that maybe you are on the right path afterall and that everything’s going to be ok.
Thursday, 29 May 2014: One Year and Sixty Days Old.
I picked Ayla up today to discover piggy tails in her hair!!
Oh my gosh, it was adorable, and I think it might become Ayla’s customary ‘do.
It made me realise that day care is definitely shaping the person Ayla is becoming.
It’s a good thing, I think. If it weren’t for day care I probably wouldn’t have thought to try a pony tail, let alone piggy tails!
I guess sending Ayla today care is particularly useful because I have no idea or experience with anything child related.
For example I probably wouldn’t have thought to try finger painting with Ayla but apparently she loves it!
As good as day care is though, there’s a part of me, deep down, that is sad I’m not discovering these things on my own.
I would love to have seen Ayla’s face the first time she put her hands in a tub of paint, and it would have been so exciting to realise her hair was finally long enough to style!
But I guess it’s all part and parcel of modern day life. So few people are in a position to stay at home with their kids, and I have to remind myself how lucky I was to have a whole year at home.
Sunday, 27 April 2014: One Year, Three Weeks and Five Days Old.
I realised today that one day I’ll probably look back on this time of my life and think they were the best years I’ve ever had.
When that time comes, I don’t want to find myself wishing I’d realised it “back then”, I’d much rather feel lucky for having taken the time to appreciate it while I lived it.
This whole epiphany came about this afternoon while Hubby and I were doing reno’s in the backyard and Ayla was trying her darnedest to “help” us.
As usual I was worrying about the sun, the grass, the power tools, the heat, the attention Ayla wanted and wasn’t getting, and the priority I was putting on renovating instead of Ayla.
But all of a sudden it was like I was looking through a lens and I felt so very grateful.
Although things are crazy busy, overwhelming and sometimes stressful – trying to find the balance between motherhood, career, renovating and studying isn’t easy – I’m blessed with all the things that matter.
Monday, 20 January 2014: Forty Two Weeks Old.
Ayla and I had a long list of errands planned for today but due to a mixup with car keys we found ourselves stranded at home during yet another rainy day.
But, what could have turned out to be a disaster was really an angel in disguise because being “stranded” meant Ayla had all day to hang out, have fun and love it up.
Being able to spend all day together, with no interruptions or appointments, I realised that despite my commitment to enjoy the moment and savour the little things, I’ve let life run away with me again.
Since early December I’ve given priority to things that don’t matter; issues from the past, other peoples journeys, my long term goals and stressing about irrelevant and insignificant things.
It’s meant that the days have started to flow into each other – each one looking very similar to the one before it – not due to the actual events happening but due to the silly things I’ve been focusing on.
So today was a day to regroup, to realign my priorities, to make it up to my little girl, and to re-ground myself in the now.
I realised that life is just far too short. At any moment my world could be turned completely upside down and while I like to think it’d never happen to me, why not live it like it could?
Wednesday, 4 December 2013: Two Hundred and Forty Seven Days Old.
Baby Ayla was all smiles today!
Although she’s looked better and healthier since her sickness last week, today Ayla must have finally felt better.
It was so refreshing to have my little girl back; she was cheeky and friendly and alert, and I couldn’t help but look at her and beam with pride and joy.
I just love how Ayla can brighten up a room simply by being in it, and I love how much Ayla brightens up my life and that of those around us.
I am so lucky and blessed to have such a beautiful daughter, and Ayla is so lucky and blessed to have so many people who care for and adore her.
I am thankful and grateful for my happy little family and I just really wanna spread the luuuurve! xx
Saturday, 23 November 2013: Two Hundred and Thirty Seven Days Old.
All I want to do is grab Ayla and give her a cuddle, a kiss, look into her eyes, tell her I love her, and give her a shiny gold star… anything and everything to make her understand how grateful I am for her.
I thought I knew what it was to be happy and feel blessed, but the light Ayla puts in my life is like no other.
I don’t know if it’s because Ayla’s such a good baby or if it’s just part and parcel of being a mum, but I am so proud of her and so thankful she’s my daughter.
Ayla is clever, and kind, and patient. She’s friendly, playful and happy. She’s wise and innocent and modest all at the same time. She’s vulnerable but strong, adaptable, generous, honest…. Ayla is everything I hope I can be one day and she’s not even eight months old yet!
Just like when I look at Hubby sometimes and I think my heart will burst, every time I’ve looked at Ayla these past twenty four hours in particular I almost believe my chest is about to explode and shoot out tonnes of sparkling, rainbow coloured happy-love-dust.
I really am blessed. I am lucky. I am grateful. I am thankful. I am not taking any of this for granted and I am appreciating and valuing every moment I have with my beautiful baby girl and my wonderful little family.