The magic relationship of a father and his daughters. They adore him, worship him, seek his approval and search out his praise. He is their play thing, their most loved toy. He riles them up and they passionately love it. He throws them in the air, hangs them upside down and struggles to say, ‘No,’…
Category: Writing
Affordable Art
With the New Zealand Affordable Art Show on this weekend in Wellington the girls decided to create some of their own art. With the only cost being a couple of canvases and paint, this really is affordable art! I think it’s so important for children to see their art displayed in the main living areas…
Seasonal Tides like the Cycle of Life
Wild weather is sweeping the country at the moment and Sophie and I took a moment to stop for lunch on the south coast. From the comfort of the car we watched the ‘ba dooms!’ as the waves crashed on the rocks. Needless to say, all ferry crossings were cancelled! We’re rugging up and keeping…
Twinkle, twinkle in the night
Lights glittered through the trees and music throbbed in the warm, night air. Small hands fumbled with car-seat buckles. They couldn’t wait to escape the confines of the car and be amongst the music and lights. As soon as their feet touched the ground their bodies started moving to the music. Running down the fern…
Eyes as fresh as a new dawn
Her smile rises before her eyelids have even opened. She feels the warmth of the new day filtering through the blinds and hears the melodic birds in the garden. Stretching out her arms, and letting out an involuntary sigh of peaceful happiness, she reaches over to her mother’s warm body. She’s there. Eyes bright and…
Time to Chill and Eat Cake
Term three is coming to a close, And these three can’t help but strike a pose. For though they’re happy stepping out on their own, They are only too happy to strut together in town. Weekends of ballet and swimming take a break, It’s time for us to chill and eat some cake. No rushing…
2007 – A Year to Dream
Just before New Year’s Eve I dreamed of a rose growing around the pine tree that stands tall and erect in our garden. It was the most magnificent rose I had ever seen. It’s stem encircled the tree and rose it’s heady scent to the sky. I woke up the next morning, with Sophie snuggled…