So even though the Thanksgiving season has just finished it got me thinking about what I have to be thankful for, and even though I sometimes grumble about my life, and moan about my back pain, and sometimes (actually, quite often) yell at my kids, I do have a lot to be grateful for.
This hard working shearer is my husband and I've never been more grateful for somebody in my life. He stuck around when I told him he didn't have to and he's loved me ever since. He sweats it out everyday, bent over a smelly old sheep (actually about 200 a day really), so that we have a roof over our heads, food to eat, clothes to wear and all those other luxuries that make up our lives. He's a fantastic father and step-father, kind and caring, loving and fun to be around. He is sporting some mighty fine mutton-chops in this photo (it was taken last year) but they are (thankfully!) no longer on his face. But mutton-chops or not, I love him anyway.
This is my eldest son. He started doing classical ballet at the start of this year and he is a natural. I know I'm his Mum and all but he is really good at it and had me completely gobsmacked while I was watching him doing his first class. He took to it like a duck to water and now, just after a year, his teacher is recommending him for special classes that The Australian Ballet School will be running next year. This is THE best school in the country and if anything is going to help him achieve his dream of dancing for the Australian Ballet this is his chance. Words can't describe how proud of him I am or how grateful I am for this opportunity. For a twelve year old he is mature, well spoken, driven and always helps me when I ask him to!
He's quiet, he's thoughtful, he's gentle, he loves cars and riding his bike, he is very good at playing the piano (he's only been learning a few months) and he has Autism, which doesn't define who he is. He has challenges ahead of him but he tells me he loves me and gives me lots of cuddles. He was an unexpected surprise but he was a truly wonderful surprise and I am always grateful for him.
My Brown Eyed Boy
This little fella will be turning five in January and will be starting school together next year with the six year old. Two of them in the same class! (do I feel a bit sorry for the teacher?!?) He has an enormous capacity to love and is incredibly caring. He hugs his little sister and rushes to greet his six year old brother when we pick him up from day care, giving him a hug and a kiss and is genuinely excited to see him. He's funny and clever and loves drawing and trains and when he sees me flinching with the pain in my back he will run over and start rubbing it better. Strangely, even though he is touching me so lightly when he does this, it feels remarkably good. It's like he has some sort of magic healing touch. He also loves foxes (hence the face paint), although he's very keen to go hunting with his father and "shoot the foxes." Go figure.
So after having three boys I suddenly have a girl. I didn't think it was possible but here she is. She's obsessed with ballet. She's two and she lives in a tutu and gets about saying "and pointe and pointe" (while pointing her toes), "and spin" (does pirouette), "and tutu" (and will do a lovely curtsy whilst holding out her tutu). She recently stole the show at my sons ballet concert when she got up on stage during the interval and proceeded to entertain the audience, running about and doing her 'ballet' and dropping the most gorgeous bows.
She is also prone to falling asleep in weird places due to her insistence that she DOES NOT have a nap during the day when she clearly needs one.... Observe...
It's often a common occurrence to find her asleep while wearing a tutu. No doubt dreaming of dancing.
This is Pip. She's my husband's working dog. She's a kelpie and she's gorgeous. She's the nicest dog. She doesn't normally live at home with us but stays out at the farm, or is even up north with my brother in-law. My husband doesn't like dogs in the back yard, nor does he really like domestic pets. He's grown up with dogs being a working tool and when they are done for the day they go back on the chain. They are well cared for, don't get me wrong, but they are not for cuddling. I miss having a dog as my kelpie Kate ran away almost two years ago. But over about the last three weeks Pip has been living with us and I have been spoiling her rotten. She' actually been helping get me out of a bit of a slump. I mean there is only so long you can live with chronic back pain and no sleep. Two years and I'm a bit over it and she's cheered me up no end.
And then there's the little things, like my roses...
They've gone ballistic this year because we had such a cold winter.
Then there's family and friends; like my parents who are always there for me, my in-laws who have been so generous and welcoming. My sister and brother are just a phone call away and my best mate Meaghan, who I unfortunately don't get to see a lot due to busy lives and distance, but she is always my best mate and our friendship will pick up where it left off every time we see each other.
Speaking of friends I am also thankful for my lovely blogger buddies, Stephanie, Kiki and Bianca. You guys are all quite a bit younger than me, yet you still accept me into the fold, and although I am yet to meet any of you, I love you all and am eternally grateful for your friendship.
I hope you all had a very Happy Thanksgiving.