Tuesday, December 31, 2013
To 2013, with love
I started the year sitting under the stairs. It sounds rather bleak, but I was doing something I love… writing. I sat at my little desk, under the stairs, sipping a G&T and tapping away.
I waited for my husband to join me for a New Year drink, but when he didn’t come back down after settling the girls I realised he had succumbed to sleep and drifted off next to G.
So I started the year by myself, tapping and sipping as the Sydney sky erupted in colour.
And what an incredible year it’s been.
My writing hobby has turned into (dare I say it?) a career. It’s a dream come true. It’s taken a lot of work, blood, sweat and tea. I have sobbed on the floor of my office, burying my tear stained face into the carpet… and on better days I have danced with joy.
The learning curve has been steep, sometimes I slid backwards, sometimes I held on but with the support of my family and friends (both in the flesh and through the magic of social media) I have made a really good start.
It has also been a year of adventure, international travel, and jet lagged children. There have been beaches, and sandcastles and the flying of kites. I got to know my nephews, and earned the privilege of their hugs (one may have been swayed slightly by the offer of a chocolate biscuit).
My daughters have formed a real bond with their cousins, Auntie and (Grumpy) Uncle, Nana and Granddad. It is remarkable that we saw so much of them! Next year we will rely on technology to keep their friendship alive.
I shared champagne with my best friends, all under the same roof for the first time in six years. The time elapsed brought husbands and children, and fortunately, they all got on.
I spent time with the Rodie’s. My people. They get me. I laughed harder sitting with my uncles, Auntie and cousins than I have in years. And that’s saying quite a lot.
My Uncle Robert taught G to play guitar, my tears were bitter sweet. G is lucky to have a great uncle to teach her the things her grandfather would want her to know.
We camped on the coldest weekend of the year and watched our breath evaporate under the starriest sky.
We celebrated Christmas in November, and it actually felt like Christmas.
My beautiful daughters have filled me with awe (and occasionally rage, but mostly awe). They have each grown in personality and stature. They are big girls now, or so they say, but they will always be my baby girls. The part I treasure most is the relationship they have with each other: fighting one moment, laughing the next, it is the special friendship between sisters.
Of course every year must have its low points. G getting cholera wasn’t the best and C’s first trip to casualty was fairly miserable… breaking my foot probably takes the biscuit (or it would if I hadn’t already bribed my nephew with it).
But, when I weigh it all up, it’s been an action-packed-fun-filled-family-focused-friendship-crammed-extravaganza of a year. So thank you 2013, you have been good to us.