Sharing something a little personal tonight on the blog and raising a glass to pay tribute to all the generations of mums
I have a number of things on the go, namely a mother’s day offer and my very special Mum’s Moment Project. If you haven’t checked them out, then I’d love you to follow the links at the bottom to find out more and share. There is a definite theme going and it’s about celebrating mum’s. My Mum’s Moment Project felt like something that had been brewing for such a long time. Too many mum’s, sisters, daughters, aunts having a tough time. I’m not a doctor, accountant or therapist. I can’t offer any medical or financial solutions but what I can do is give them some memories to hold onto which is why I decided to launch this project. And I know how mum’s generally hate to be in front of the camera so I organised some truly awesome women to help spruce them up before the session. Namely Sheridan Gordon, Jacki Hann and Collette Afar. If you need some sprucing up yourself I firmly suggest you get in touch with these ladies ’cause they are not only amazing at what they do but pretty damn cool in their own right.
Moving along, tonight’s post is very personal and is linked with mums. At the start of this year I lost my beautiful Grandmother. Last grandparent standing on both sides of my family and intrinsic in my life and later on that of my children. I wish they had been old enough to really remember grandparents on both sides of the family but as it stands my maternal Grandmother was the most involved in their lives. Grandma was tiny and quietly feisty, never one to make a fuss or put anyone else out, but somehow still able to hold her ground. Growing up it was my Grandfather who instilled the discipline and yet it is the memory of my grandmother getting cross with me for not finishing my peas that stands out in my mind, maybe because her manner was usually so un-confrontational that this sticks with me (I now do eat peas… just saying).
Due to my parents unwavering care of my grandmother and her undeniable spirit, she was a fixture in all our lives over the years and she lived out over 100 of them.
Hell yes, ONE frick’n HUNDRED!
We are talking letter from the Queen, Prime Minister, Governor, type birthday.
When she finally was taken down after a brave battle following a stroke she was 6 days short of celebrating her 101st birthday. Despite the inevitability of her departure (when you hit 100 you’ve gotta figure you’re on borrowed time right?), it was still such a loss and a sudden conclusion to having four generations often together. Upon her passing, as it happens, there is the unavoidable cleaning up of apartments and personal belongings. This in itself has been a journey for my mother and her siblings. A woman who was born into war, and enduring rationing, an army wife, and a changing world becomes adept at cautious, measured behaviour and fear at showing too much, but in her death her sentimentality has been unveiled with findings that we never knew existed. A saved wedding dress, diaries and letter. Moments into a world we will never experience.
It is these things that make me want to provide a memory box for my children and their children. Things that they are too young to value now but will mean so much down the track. I feel like photos give me one of those outlets to not only show them through my eyes how I see them but having something they can also pass on to their children. The photos taken below are of my 10-year-old daughter. She is so spirited and original and full to the brim of ideas. She is symbolic of all the enthusiasm and idealism of youth. So these photos mean so much to me. They are of my first-born, having experienced a decade here, teenage hormones starting to bubble to the surface, but still so innocent and loving …. and taken at a place that my grandmother would have quietly marvelled over, and some are taken on a quilt that was crafted by my Grandmother, from materials preceding my creation: my mothers old outfits, some of her school uniform, bits from around the old house. Tiny pieces of memory beautifully sewn together and now enjoyed 4 generations later. It is a special thing.
Time passes quickly so take the time to enjoy those around you. They will not always be here. Enjoy what you have. It can be taken away. Love those who deserve your love. They will grow from it. Love those that don’t. They too will be all the better for it and so will you. Be grateful, be kind … you may never know people’s full story. LOOK AFTER YOURSELF. We all have a tale to be told… make sure it’s a good one and worthy of passing on. Live well.
Mother’s Day is more than just celebrating your mum, it’s about celebrating all mums’ so if you have not nominated a really deserving mum for my full photography session plus image, and hair, makeup, nails, I would love it if you could do so below or share the link. Also my Mother’s Day special details are below.