Don’t Mistake my Silence

BY KRISTIN SMITH

Don’t mistake my silence, for anything but a moment, a mere perch to observe. A moment for me to establish whether I shift my current stance and redirect my energy elsewhere, or whether I am simply acknowledging where my feet are planted and basking in and welcoming the new view.

“The quieter you become, the more you can hear.”
– Ram Dass

Don’t mistake my inner strength, for a moment to judge my outer appearance, or vice versa. My weaknesses are not opportunities for acceptance of less. My weaknesses are a reflection of my own experiences and allow me to reset, re-establish, and rebuild. It is not an invitation to be taken advantage of, unappreciated, or undervalued.

Don’t mistake my imminent downtime, for anything other than much needed self care and recognition of self prioritization and preservation. A moment of less shouldn’t define or measure my relationships with others, it is simply an awareness and ability to listen to my own needs.

Don’t mistake my kindness for weakness, this is self explanatory yet requires reiteration. My generosity, my innate action to give, is not to be judged, overlooked, undermined, or shamed. My urge and ability to give, or offer, is my strength and if I have it I will give it, even to my own demise at times. This is not a trait that needs to be altered, yet needs to be nurtured and appreciated.

Don’t mistake my stillness, for a halt in my progression. The train may pull into the station but believe it swiftly exits for the next. A brief interlude is better described as reflection, reconnection and possible redirection. The pause may invite unwanted energies to disembark, or favoured energies to embark. This is the beauty of each day’s blessings.

Don’t mistake the perception that I am predictable. No one is. Each day offered, we are provided an opportunity to grow, develop, flourish, or falter. Each day, we are met with choices which prompt decision making. Each day, we can grasp the reigns presented before us, or simply enjoy being led. A pattern can always be altered. A glitch can disrupt the clearest of paths. Obstacles can shift the most logical route. The beauty of life, is that when offered another day, we get to choose our own paths, our own journey and discover our own destinations. Don’t mistake your path for my own.

Mother’s Day Mini Shoot with Melody Clark @kodocreative

Making memorable moments with Melody comes with ease, comfort, confidence and is compounded by her expertise in facilitating a personal memoir for all through her lens.

Melody meticulously curates each family session to depict “a day in the life of” those valuable members and their treasured moments. Each session will encapsulate and transpose the dynamic bond between a mother and her offspring. Each capture exposing the special qualities a mother possesses to innately nurture, care for, love and protect her little beings. These glimpses, or snapshots, are simply moments of celebration. They are moments of chaos, clutter, charisma, cloud, creation, and even challenges, combined to portray the divine spectrum of motherhood.

Our session lasted 20mins, and in that time, magic was created. Melody’s expertise and minimal direction provided a natural rhythm and flow. This opened the pathway for natural, unposed, unfiltered images to be created. Melody moved around the room with ease, her camera seemingly dissipating in the background as we danced effortlessly together as a family. We laughed, we sang, we held hands, we smiled, we embraced each other…and in that moment, of simply 20mins, we lost track of time as we bonded together.

We left Melody’s session feeling fulfilled. Our cups full of love and positive energy flowed. The experience was incomparable and invaluable. The images are not only tangible items which can be displayed within our homes, they imprint in our minds and become treasures lasting a lifetime. We are eternally grateful for our session with Melody. Feeling blessed….

Stripped…

Captured your attention with this title didn’t I? My last IG post might have left my readers bewildered. The encrypting message, hidden amongst the script, strewn like a map which proved only visible to those privy to my deepest thoughts, emotions and experiences. So here I lie, raw and bare, shedding a dim light on the truth that lie within the text.

Coparenting would be the broad topic that I indirectly highlighted. Presently, I have the opportunity to share experience and expertise in both sides of the coin regarding this topic. I welcome and acknowledge the ease I have with my eldest’s other parent, yet I shudder and now disregard any communication with the other. Such contrasting experiences have me looking deep within, especially for the happiness, love and wellbeing of my children. After all, it is a mother’s or primary parent’s duty to ensure a child is safe, protected, loved, cared for, nurtured, and wanted. These are the brief requirements you must house to commence your task of being a parent.

Without plunging into the start of where we are today and why, let’s touch on the present….the here and now with a brief synopsis of the past to convey our derivative today.

Any single parent can attest to the daily challenges they are faced with when having to raise children on their own. I became a single mother when my eldest was 7 months old but this empowered me and I seemingly felt comfort knowing I had the opportunity to grow as a mother and as an individual due to the need of my son. I facilitated a healthy relationship with my ex partner which allowed coparenting to grow into a healthy and respecting experience in which we are friends. Many spectators are in awe of the ease of our coparenting status and exclaim how uncommon our situation is contrary to many who have separated and yet still must find common ground to ensure kids have a stable and consistent upbringing.

A few months later, I fell pregnant with my second, outside of any relationship title or status and although the counterpart preferred termination, after many discussions with family and my need for mental meditation, my decision to keep the child I had encapsulated was the best decision I could ever make! My middle rescued me to new heights to explore and discover as an individual. He taught me how to love, how to reflect, how to enjoy the silence and most of all, he became a best friend to his not-so older brother!

Coparenting with the counterpart has not been as seamless as the relationship I cherish with the ex. I have discovered that some individuals provide excuses for their lack of engagement in order to shudder their responsibilities. In the 4yrs I’ve endured excuses hatching from work (being FIFO), and my lack of last minute availability, being the cause for the lack of interaction and consistency in my child’s fundamental years of development. Now let’s place things into perspective here, as an adult, we must first and foremost take accountability and responsibility for our own actions or lack thereof! For someone that has clearly fostered a healthy and positive coparenting environment, I find it offensive that I be cause to the excuse for this apparent lack of interaction. I even heard family members utter “he’s trying”, “he is trying to find himself”, “his new partner is his priority”, “the new partner can’t handle the kids on her own”…but what does the above have to do with my son?

When I chose to become a parent, whether a single parent, or now being married, it was never an option for me to place my kids in any other position other than first! I position my kids and prioritise them before the likes of myself in many cases, without compromising my own desires, but they are at the forefront of my every movement and thought. If I plan on leaving the house I plan for my kids, where the next adventure may lie, what they might enjoy doing, seeing, eating etc! It is never an option or choice for me to think otherwise because the days I conceived each child, I made a pact I would provide them with the best…not the best of material wealth but the best of me!

Now I have a long way to go before any of my sons become parents. So for those family members enabling their sons, and making excuses for their lack of responsibility, knowledge, stability and consistency, well I can not relate. I can only hope that I would be fair, and raise my sons as if I had daughters, understanding the impact they have on their offspring. There is no time to hide your head in the sand like an ostrich when you have a child, there are no places of refuge and retreat. When you choose to become a parent you solemnly swear to provide for their physical, emotional, psychological and spiritual wellbeing! These promises I made to my sons and I hope they pass forward to their kids. From my parenting traits at present, I can ascertain that I will not be capable of enabling them, I will be honest with them and firm. There are no excuses in parenting, you are either in or out. Dropping in when it’s convenient or suits your selfish desires only clouds and confuses the child’s perception.

In 2016, when my middle was almost 3yrs old, I submitted a proposal to commence visitation and it has been consistently tarnished. Offering out my child every visitation to either of the grandparents is not a form of parenting, it is not taking on the characteristics of a responsible parent regardless of other siblings present (I have two others at home as well), it is a sheer example of the lack of interaction, commitment and responsibility my counterpart has for his firstborn child.

Simple forms of communication have been neglected. I, as the primary caregiver of this child since birth, am never informed of who is collecting him during visitation, where he is staying or where he is to be collected from. Basic offerings of communications to assist in some sort of coparenting ease. A week prior to this child commencing big school I receive a msg from his grandmother asking when he is commencing school. I’m instantly baffled by why this communication is being requested by me? Surely you would require this information from your son? That night a ripple effect text pings through and “woop there it is” the counterpart asks when he commences school. The next day this follows with what school is he attending he says he’s attending ‘said school’ what day does he start? The next morning a follow up text exclaiming why I may be avoiding the questions.

Let me be frank, for fear of being misconstrued, here are some facts. I and my husband are the financial contributors to my middle’s needs as his other parent deciphers when it is convenient for him to supply any financial contributions to his life. Now we would all love to live in the fairytale life of education and living is free if we are led by love, and I love with my all but sadly it doesn’t pay the incoming bills to survive. Our most recent accolades standing at being owed 3 months of the grand old child support (his contributions calculated at $33 a week). Let’s also point out, on my middles enrolment form for kindy, my ex partner was on the form and was able to sign in and out my middle including my hubby and a couple of friends, my counterpart, however, never once enquired as to what kindy he even attended. Now there is a thought that I was withholding that information, this is humorous as that statement can only ring true if the information is requested and denied….this was not the case the 2 yrs he attended his kindy. So a week out prior to my child commencing big school and there’s this barrage of questions as to what institution he’s attending and when is the start date, why? More importantly, where is the prelude to these questions which would be:- is he ready for school? Does he need anything? How can I contribute? So, it leads me to this feeling of entitlement. No one is entitled to anything. Funnily enough, although not so funny, my son has one parent on his enrolment form for school which yes entitles me to his academic information. It also highlights I am responsible for his fees and all other needs encompassed, which I am geared to facilitate because, I repeat, I am a mother.

It is times like these, I reflect on my own mother that would have had to make many decisions on my behalf and she was 10yrs younger. It highlights her strength, her resilience, and although I am not privy to the details, I respect, and admire her for the choices and decision she may have had to make. Now my mother who lives many oceans away, is more informed than those on these shores. She has also ensured and asked if we were ready or required any assistance. A mother’s role is eternal. It doesn’t waver like the seasons, it doesn’t sway in the wind, a mother’s role is to be the building blocks, the foundation for a child to build from. I state a mother’s role, but I must ascertain it is the role of the primary parent I base this post on. The bond between a parent and child is one of continuous learning, an over abundance of love, one of resilience, tolerance, and a declaration of selflessness and vulnerability. I never had the option or chose to walk away from my responsibility of becoming a parent, and I choose to encompass myself with the likes of others who marvel in the good, the bad and the darn right tough of parenting and still wake up to a new day ready to embark on much of the same!

No one said it was ever easy, but working hard, remaining consistent, one is always rewarded. Everyone makes mistakes, and I make many in parenting decisions I’m sure, but I ensure I am there for my kids and always will be. It also doesn’t hurt to apologise to those little loves, they love us more for our mistakes and being able to own up to them immediately.

In closing, even I as primary parent, am not entitled to anything, however, I work hard to maintain my kids trust, I develop their weaknesses and admire their strengths. I am consistent, I am a spectator as much as a coach and they know they live in a home where they are always loved and wanted! I hope those given the opportunity to spend any time with my kids, cherish and treasure the moment and feel the above. If you aren’t innately connected with my little investments, you aren’t deserving of their presence!

3 Days In…3 Kids Still Present

Today is the 3rd of January 2018, and as most of you are navigating your ultimate success for your derived New Year’s Resolution, the rest of us are plodding along as if, well….as if the clock chiming midnight on the 31st of December was just another anticipated night of the good ole looming, sleep deprivation!

So I believe you are questioning whether or not I had infact thought of some profound resolution, seeings as which the remedial ‘stop drinking’, ‘join the gym’, ‘new diet’ or ‘live life to its fullest’ and wait for it ‘be positive and pay it forward’ schemes were filling fast….side note the market for these have been fully saturated for approximately 3yrs now….but nevertheless, NO! My simple task for 2018 is to continue to establish my family, placing us at the forefront of all decisions annnnnnnd developing respect, responsibility, refreshment (courses not snacks), and rest and rejuvenation for myself and kids. Ok, let me be honest, my main short term goal though, as let’s face it, the prior dreams are far fetched and something not quite within my grasp, but my short term goal….is to potty train Knox.

This should be a breeze right? The 2yr old dude has had the opportunity to spectate not only his dad but 2 seemingly older brothers who house the same genitalia as him for 2 whole years….so this should be as easy as inhaling and exhaling for the intelligent toddler he is…right? Well, to put it frankly, it’s NOT! The eldest was 4.5 when he finally understood that huge circle fixed to the floor that flushed was infact a great hiding place for his excretions, the middle man established this the day before his 3rd birthday and has rarely had an accident since….typical of the child that mostly resembles myself…sadly I’m still training the eldest at 6!! Now my dearest toddler, I can no longer refer to you as the baby, so middle man number 2, you should have gathered this new skill like a duck discovers swimming in water….and yet in contrast, you are a hippo to water. You can wade, walk or gallop with the idea of utilising the beautiful facility manufactured to consume your excrements, yet you have no inherent ability thus far to instinctively understand on your own accord. For instance, the past 3 days I’ve enjoyed transferring the good ole numbers twos from your new undies into the toilet, followed by the sheer joy of washing them out. Today, I was pleasantly surprised with a double feature…number twos in the undies and one outside on the outdoor pergola by the inflatable pool…how thoughtful of you! I have also had the joy of slipping on your urine in my third trimester stage of pregnancy to add to the excitement of the day! Some might determine you simply aren’t ready, I beg to differ, you understand once sitting on the throne it’s usage just you need to adapt the signals from your body to then run and embrace the throne for which these excrements can depart your body peacefully!

Outside of coping with my lovely middle man numero deux, I also have the pleasure of confirming if the others (especially the eldest) must relieve themselves throughout the day! I’ve battled the endless stream/downpour of Niagara Falls….paid courtesy of the eldest’s mouth who feels entitled, owed, and somewhat superior to me. Let’s just say room visits were almost in double digits today for him. Yet my middle who receives lectures via the eldest learns miraculously at the speed of light in comparison.

So…Dear Jan 2018, with all your hype and preconceptions for the year, I have one request, if you please. Please, allow for tomorrow to be a day of mini success, please let today’s battles and discussions be worth gold in weight to my minis, and let me rise to a smoother, less exasperating, less reserved energy required, and let’s spend moments learning, sharing, laughing and loving each other!

If not, I’m taking my sister’s advice…eldest you are sleeping outside with the roaches and wildlife until you show some gratitude for those around you and the roof placed over your head and toddler you are off to kindy with a pack of undies full time to have them assist you in your newfound training!!

Over and out day 3 of 2018!!

Welcome to LIFE!!

A day in the life of….simply me!! Here’s my first post introducing the slow yet unavoidable interaction with real life!!

No one said life would be easy but we quickly adapted to this new understanding from the first time someone, most likely our parents or guardians, told us “No!”

Life throws us many adversities we must strive to overcome! I reflect on the pipeline dreams I had when I was younger, that dream timeline on how your life would pan out….the highly profitable career between 25 and 29, the undoubtedly beautiful pregnancy shared with Prince Charming or Princess Charm (whichever tickles your fancy), the mansion, the choice of cars, the amazing friends….and than there’s the reality. And even if what I’ve previously uttered was the complete opposite to what you envisioned your life to be, as you felt your calling was to run free in the wind like an untamed horse, live solely on the land and it’s riches and eradicate your life of any social conformities, have you fulfilled your early, misguided, inexperienced, and deluded preconceptions?

Us, as parents, have all experienced the never ending peaks and troughs of parenthood and each day can present itself a new set of challenges; like receiving a box of Favourites blindfolded (when you know you only enjoy the Cherry Ripe inside). Regardless of leaving each day to become an experience in itself, we all must make and be accountable and responsible for the choices we make in that day. Take time to self reflect, to replenish, rejuvenate and re-evaluate plans. Honestly, I would love to throw caution to the wind daily, live the previous life of spontaneity, complete selfishness, lacking responsibility and maturity but low and behold I made the choice to produce the three beautiful miracles I have before me. Now I may not be that two year old child begging for my 10th lollipop to only be told “No!” again, but I have grown and established resilience to the many adversities I face daily!

The wee little girl, that many adored and saw as their ‘daughter’ grew into a woman who is not afraid to grow, who is passionate about life, her family and her friends, who invests in people and her own business and who thinks life’s pretty awesome even though time and time again she may have questioned the process! And with that…my story begins…