Tuesday, 20 November 2012

Grey Hairs


A grey hair for having worked as hard as one can,
pushing oneself to capacity and sometimes beyond,
to that rickety bridge between the edges of two cliffs.

A grey hair for having thought and thought about something,
allowing it to consume almost every corner of one’s mind,
until it finds a way to manifest itself elsewhere in the body – or spontaneously combusting.

A grey hair for worrying about something,
forgetting for a time that worrying is a sign
 of waning faith in that which faith should never wane, before remembering again.

A grey hair for the overwhelming, euphoric joy
that comes with certain blessings, like the birth of one’s child
or the unfiltered look they give of pure, untarnished love.

A grey hair for the deep, humbling reflection
that momentarily reminds one of
the utter fragility of humankind in all things that matter.

A grey hair for the welling despair one has
for the treacherous conditions one’s brothers and sisters face in parts of the world
that are ruled by men who have yet to reflect on their fragility,
falsely guided instead by their arrogance and hunger for ‘power’.

A grey hair for love,
and another,
and another …
indeed more grey hairs sprout from love
than all other emotions and experiences pooled together,
thank God for that.

Wednesday, 17 October 2012

My 'how to' of baby bathing

Becoming a mother at 19 meant I wanted to prove not only to myself but to all the adults around me that I could do it. And it was with that resolve that I insisted on jumping in at the deep end from day dot, and took to bathing my darling baby girl all by myself. Even as the nurse reeled out would-be instructions, I swiftly processed them and spat them out almost preemptively in confident action. There was nothing passive or dependent in my outward manner, even if, on the inside, I was trembling. This was my daughter, and I, as her mother, had to step up to the task, however daunting it might be.

Ironically, acknowledgement of my fallibility and my ability to accept assistance and support only kicked in after having my second daughter and incrementally increased with my third and fourth children. I learned, albeit slowly, that it is okay to not know how to do it all.

Since then, years of practice and plenty of experience has meant that I now (after mothering 7 children) feel both inwardly and outwardly in sync in my confidence in some of the daily tasks of parenting, baby bathing being one of them.

This is the way I do it. Its not the only way, it may not be the best way, or the way that you choose to do it. But perhaps by sharing, it will offer some indirect assistance to a new mother somewhere, who, like me, doesn't necessarily want to be seen to accept direction. In any case, it feels good to write it.

1. Preprare the bath. Fill it up with warm water, testing it with the inside of your wrist to ensure that it isn't too hot. Add a couple of squirts of bath gel. I usually use a bath cradle for extra support. I find it makes bub more comfortable and relaxed. I also fill a large bowl with water to use to wash suds off bub after the bath.

2. Prepare wash cloth, towel, nappy, clothes and baby powder and/or baby lotion. I lay these beside the baby bath, with towel spread out and ready to receive a squirmy baby.

3. Announce to bub that its bath time, give him a cuddle and take his clothes off, leaving nappy on. Using the wet wash cloth, wipe over bub's face then rinse in the bath and use it to wash his hair. You can add a little baby shampoo to his hair if he has enough to warrant washing and rinse then dry with towel before removing nappy and gently placing baby in the bath.

4. I like to talk the baby through what we are doing, and sometimes sing to him some bath time songs. Keep his head supported on your forearm, whilst holding his arm to keep his head above water. Use the wash cloth to gently rub his body, paying close attention to his neck, behind his ears, underarms, nether regions and anywhere he has folds of skin.

5. Let him have a play in the water for a few more minutes before taking him out. If you are confident enough, you can turn him onto his tummy so he can have a little kick around, ensuring that his face is resting sideways on your forearm and nowhere near the water. You don't want him swallowing big gulps of bath water!

6. Lift baby out slightly, and pour the clean water (from the bowl) onto him, to rinse off any suds. I also like to wash his hands in the clean water because he's always putting them in his mouth.

7. Wrap bub in the towel, and put some baby powder in all the folds of skin. You can also use the baby lotion to give him a massage if its warm enough. Otherwise, dress baby and enjoy some post-bath cuddles.





Tuesday, 16 October 2012

Today's 30 (approx) instructions for my children:

(please note: none of these things are new revelations to them, in fact each and every one has been modelled by me countless times as well as having passed my lips in encouraging tones at least once before passing it in more annoyed ones when said thing has been disregarded voluntarily or otherwise. They appear in no particular order, just as they pop into my head- so as arbitrary as it gets!)

* Take off your shoes before you come in
* Put your shoes on upon leaving again (even if its just to run to the car to get something you forgot)
* Squeeze the toothpaste from the bottom
* Wash your hands
* Replace the lid on the toothpaste after you have used it
* Open your windows in the morning
* Handle breakables with care, meaning pay attention and try not to break them.
* Put the milk/juice/water jug back in the fridge once you have used it.
* Don't run on wet floors
* Don't climb furniture
* Wash your hands
* Pack toys away after use
* Don't turn the volume up too loud on the tv
* No eating in the front room
* Cover things you put in the microwave
* Rinse things before putting them in the dishwasher
* Empty your pockets before putting things in the wash
* Don't put things you need for Monday morning in the wash on Sunday night
* Don't tell me you like an item of clothing I have bought for you if you have no intention of ever wearing it
* Decide what you want from the fridge before opening it
* Make sure you close the fridge properly before you walk away
* Wash you hands!!!
* Close cupboards after opening them
* Close jars after opening them
* Close the bathroom door after you've been in there
* Put things pack where they belong, not just some place that's 'close enough'
* If you collect the mail, pass it on to the adults rather than just indiscriminately putting it down somewhere
* If you answer the phone, take the person's name and contact details
* Don't take any paraphernalia from door-knocking Jehovah's Witnesses. Just politely decline.
* Don't open the door for strangers without first checking with me
* If you spill something, mop it up straight away



Monday, 13 February 2012

...

I do apologise for my long absence. Its with good reason, and a consequence of being in the public domain... when things worth blogging about are far too personal, its probably best to keep silent.

Having said that, I've really missed writing down my thoughts. So I shall share one today.

Our undoing, as human beings, is our inability to process and respond to our impermanence. We are only here for a limited (and quite short) period of time, and there really is nothing we can do to change that. No amount of money or power or status can affect that. And it is only when we really think about this, when we become really aware of this finiteness, that we are truly humbled, truly grounded. Only then are we able to focus on the people and things that matter.

And that is no easy feat. Easy to conceptualise in the abstract but really really difficult to keep at the front and centre of our consciousness on a daily basis. But the hardest thing of all, I am finding, is passing on this awareness to my children. Having been a child myself not that long ago, I still vividly recall my feelings of meta-existence- those feelings that I am invincible and that death had no way of getting me. Death was always something that happened to other people, even other children. But I was somehow immune. Silly, I know, but as a healthy, protected child, it was as simple as that.

Now, I am trying so hard to alert my children to the fragility of life. So that they dont take anything for granted. So that they may really live every precious moment they are given. So that they may invest in the more important things, the things that will endure, the things that will grant them a contentment and tranquility in this life as well as eternal happiness in the life that doesn't end.