I don't make cards for my mum anymore, which as you will find out, might be for the best, but I do write her stuff, like this. I hope you enjoy a glimpse into the wild ride that has been our relationship over the years.
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I don't make cards for my mum anymore, which as you will find out, might be for the best, but I do write her stuff, like this. I hope you enjoy a glimpse into the wild ride that has been our relationship over the years.
Little Nothing Moments #12 / I had the best moments of my childhood around that plate. I felt a deep sense of belonging while sitting amongst my extended farming family, trying to keep my elbows in, eating dinner off that plate.
As hard as it is for me to admit it, you made a great choice not sticking around for your 90th. There would have been lap blankets for sure, and people writing you off as an old person which you never were.
Mum sits the three of us down at the kitchen table and asks us if we’ve noticed that she and Dad have been arguing a lot. I’m eight, the oldest and the most outspoken. I ask as a joke if they’re going to get divorced. It seems like such a whacky possibility. Something that happens on TV, not in our house.
The shearing shed is a flurry of activity. The three sets of mechanical shears powered by the loud petrol engine buzz and clitter-clatter in competition with each other. As do the shearers who hold the shears, bent over their sheep – deep in the meditation of their craft.