Sweet Dreams

So we all have those little things in life, not must haves or even something you would really put the effort into pursuing, but nevertheless would love to have or experience. Maybe its owning that pretty car or going on that luxury holiday or that study topic. I have plenty of them!!

Last week I got to fulfill one of them! It might seem really silly and I guess it is.. but even so it floated my boat all night!

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It probably just looks like a big mess but I dream of a bed made of big squishy pillows!! I love having a messy bed. That way I can wrap myself in the duvet and be nice and cosy with no drafty bits. Unfortunately though my husband hates this! He loves a freshly made bed with everything straight and flat and tucked in. And since this is the more socially acceptable practice - he wins.

What I loved though is that even when I thought my dream was impossible God blesses me with a little window where I get to have a lovely little treat. I really believe the little things in life that bring us a smile are the points that can carry us through the toughest times. They remind us that there is beauty and comfort and sweetness in the world and we just have to open our hearts and eyes to see the little glimpses. And when we do to live in that moment as long as we possibly can.

This was one of those moments for me. I have these moments regularly and I cherish them.

My world might not match up to the picture in my head of what it should be but sometimes little things match up and it warms me up from the inside out, even if just briefly.

One of the images in my head

Another one is in the movie 'What dreams may come'. Haven't seen that movie in ages but the lounging area is an image in my head that would be a delight!

Love

So last week I got the privilege of escaping away to the beach on an urgent mission to love. You see a very special friend of mine is having a hard time and she really needed a breather. Some space to get her bearings again. So we decided to whisk her away to the beach and shower her in love.

We gave her flowers

We gave her little gifts and lots of nice words

Hugs + Talks + Coffee + Tissues + God + Late nights + Walks + Time

equals LOVE.

The best thing about this weekend wasn't getting to see that my friend was back to her old self for a lil while. That was amazing. But the best part was that I learn to love someone so demonstratively is as much if not more of a blessing for those showing the love. The beauty I got to witness. The honesty I got to hear. The heart I got to feel. That is worth more than anything. To walk a hard road with someone and see some victory. That is precious. To understand someone better. That is living. To hurt when they hurt, celebrate when they celebrate. That is LOVE.

I feel a lil guilty that maybe I got more out of these few days than she did...

When I think of the blessing it is to love it makes me think about the way God loves me.. That as much as he does it for me, he must love it when he gets to go away for a few days with me and experience what I have..

I so long to lead a life defined by love, sacrificial love. The cool part is I see now how beneficial it is to my soul to love others sacrificially.

I don't know if that means it's not really sacrificial at all....

My boldest parenting move yet

So it's been a while since I was on here. Not so sure the purpose for which I write these things. Except maybe to be embarrassed of lady. So until I work it out I'll just roll with it.


So Noah is in the touch everything/run everywhere/ears are painted on stage. Some may say it lasts a lifetime. Either way we have began. Noah's favourite things to touch:

• cellphones
• remotes
• laptops
• coffee cups
• rubbish bin

It's a fairly good indicator of what we spend out time using.. (All except the rubbish bin that is - must be because its shiny?)


Well I should take it as a compliment that he wants to be just like mummy (poor crazy kid) but it's actually insanely annoying. How many cups of coffee will he spill? How many time outs? How many illegal smacks? How many 'No Noah'? So the other day when he climbed on the table (another favourite of his) I just watched quietly from the other side of the room. I noticed he had pushed all the chairs too far out on his trip up there. So when it came time to climb down he had no step. I continued to watch. He backed up to the edge like he does and was all of a sudden hanging there. In the split second I had I decided I WASN'T going to get him down. I WAS going to let him fall. He looked at me like Mufasa looked at Scar right before he fell. He looked at me like 'Mama, wont you save me'.


But I didn't.


I let him fall.


Once on the ground I walked over stood him up. Gave him a pat on the back and told him we don't climb on tables because we might fall. He didn't even cry. I think because he knew..


So right or wrong my theory was, sometimes we have to learn lessons the hard way. Goodness knows his mother chooses that path often. As a parent I can a)block my eyes and ears to everything around him, b)try and keep everything from him or I can try and parent him by exposing him to measured risk. I let him step over the edge even though he doesn't know I'm ready to catch him. I let him fall off the table because I know how far he will fall and it wont really hurt. But the experience of doing both of those things will build in him a history to learn from.


Nice theory. Will it work? Not sure.


Did it work? Well he didn't climb the table for the rest of the day.....