I miss you …

May 10, 2025 / Denise / 2 Comments

Not in a sad way. I don’t cry big tears. And I don’t wear a long face because you are gone. What I miss is not sharing what my life has become with you.

Daddy, I know you would have probably asked me a million questions as to why I wouldn’t stick it out just another 5 years before I retired. And after many discussions, you’d stare off into the view quietly letting me know that even though you may not fully agree, you’d be right there supporting me all the way, as you always did. But believe me you’d be so happy for me now seeing the genuine smile on my face as I enjoy the simple things in life. Sunsets, walking on the beach any day of the week, sibling hotdog nights, gardening, traveling, sewing. Spending quality time with those who matter the most to me. My freedom to do what most pleases me.

Mum, you would be right there smiling at my side sharing special moments in my ‘cosy corner’ as we pull out pieces of fabric to make quilts together. Choosing the colours, laughing at the small pieces of fabric you saved years before, the ones I begged you to throw away, happy now to include them in a one-of-a-kind treasure for the grandkids. You would encourage me as I make my mistakes and smile a proud smile as I showed it off to you.

The boys have grown and flown the nest. Just like you warned. I know you’d be as proud of them as I am. They love like you taught us. And have made strong bonds like you showed us. They are loyal, strong and determined. And just like you had hoped, they’ve brought a special joy to my life.

The grandkids. Oh, the grandkids. You would love them, and they would love you right back. Dad with your always ready for a hug arms. Mum always ready to serve them their favourite treat. With your smile so gentle and your laugh so contagious. And of course, Dad, they all look just like you. The boys would be jumping all over the place as boys do, and the girls would have you wrapped ever so tightly around your little finger. And yes, as an answer to your prayers, I have been blessed with not one but two granddaughters.

The one thing that would make your face wince though is that they live so far away. But we’d Facetime them on your visits home and you would laugh and chat with them, always in awe at what technology could do.

But most of all I miss seeing you, kissing you hello and hugging you goodbye. Knowing that I could come visit you any day, any time.

So Thank You …

May 6, 2025 / Denise / 2 Comments

I started this blog some years ago as a way to share my travels with my family and friends. It was simply meant to let everyone know where I was and what I was doing. To have them share in my excitement, my adventures. To give them a glimpse of what I was seeing and experiencing.

It has quietly evolved into an outlet for my thoughts on different aspects of my life. It helps remind me of my growth and what’s important to me. Hopefully in the future, my kids may have something to reference, for whatever reason.

It’s no big thing really – but oftentime I feel a vulnerability that makes me withdraw into my shell and hide away from the sheer openness of it all.

Over time however, I’ve received more than my fair share of complements. My family and friends, and sometimes total strangers, mention casually that they enjoy reading my stories. Some look forward to ‘traveling’ with me. And even sharing my adventures with their friends. Sometimes, I make you cry. Sometimes I make you laugh. Whatever the emotion, I am truly humbled that you take the time to share in my moments.

So Thank You… I am sincerely forever grateful.

On our way again…

March 28, 2025 / Denise / 3 Comments

How many times must I make this journey to see my grandkids before I lose the excitement of getting there. Many many many more I can only imagine, for each visit brings its own thrills.

This time like 4 other times before, we are meeting one of our grandkids for the first time.

I remember Solomon our first, meeting him at 3 months old. And your first in everything always brings with it varying emotions. From excitement to anxiety. From ‘I can’t wait to get there’ to ‘Wait, is this really happening?’ From ‘Do I remember what to do with a baby’ to ‘Oh my word, I can’t wait to snuggle his baby toes’. And always to moments where your heart is so full it empties through your eyes.

But I’ve realised that those emotions never disappear. I remember Wyatt our second. Meeting him when he was already one year and a bit, after the drama that was Covid. There was a longing, a feeling of wanting to catch up on everything I had missed for the past year. FaceTime allowed us to get to know each other but only just barely. The real deal was about to happen. I could only imagine that I had been but a funny face on the other side of the screen for his entire life. Was I just a movie for him? Did he think I was a real person? What would his reaction be when he met me face to face and realised that that funny face was actually his Grandma? A permanent fixture in his life. A bit of dread mixed with anxiety but always my heart spilling out from my eyes.

I met Julius our third at the same time as Wyatt, just two months old. He was oblivious to anything around him. Just happy to have these big humans hugging and loving him day after day. He still loves his cuddles and at two months old he was an angel – ‘was’ being the operative word.

I never wanted to leave. My three grandsons were growing up and fast. I felt I had missed out on so much that it would be impossible to make up for lost time. Whatever moments I could enjoy, I did, without restrain. Whatever milestones I could witness, I committed to memory. Whatever cuddles I could get, I savoured. Leaving was the hardest part and still is. My heart would swell and my eyes would overflow. There would be moments of no return when I felt torn and broken into pieces.

These three grandchildren became the magnet that would draw me back to Australia time and time again. I was growing accustomed. I was in my comfort zone with these boys. They had also come to visit and knew that their Grandma also had a home of her own. She had dogs and fish and lived close to the sea. They had lots of cousins where Grandma lived. There were toys and books and a hill they could roll down in glee.

And so, I thought that the visits would become just a normal way of life. I could do this without the ‘what ifs’ going through my mind. Maybe the anxiety would go away and just be replaced with excitement. Maybe my heart wouldn’t swell so much and the tears would dry up.

But nope! As fate would have it, a Princess was born and everything turned topsy turvy. A little girl. How would I even know what to do with a girl? Boys were rough and tumble. I could do that. They loved being outdoors riding their bikes and digging in the sand at the beach. We mastered that. But a Princess? The excitement once again was mixed with anxiety. And the thought of meeting the first girl filled my heart to overflowing. I could hardly wait. And the journey took forever.

I met my Thea Molly Rose at 4 months old. Already her personality was shining through, and she melted my heart with her big smile and ready to come to Grandma with open ar. We bonded easily. She allowed me into her Princess world and quickly wedged her way into my heart making it ever so difficult to leave.

And now Princess no. 2 has arrived. She’ll be just 10 days old when I meet her. And I will leave her when she’s not even two months old. Already my heart is growing making room for another lifelong love. And once again the excitement is mixed with anxiety. The ‘she’s so small and will not even remember me’ haunts my every thought.

I am already preparing myself for the inevitable. A swollen heart, swollen eyes, pieces of my heart left across the globe and a longing to make the journey once again. For I already have another little love to meet before the end of the year.

I know now though, that these emotions are never far away and will resurface as soon as my journey begins, whether I like it or not.

The best time ever…

January 10, 2025 / Denise / Leave a comment

“Let’s go firefighters” and off we went to the movies.

The excitement was building (for us anyway) ever since we discovered that Moana 2 would be showing before we left Aussie. And as soon as we told the boys we were going, we were all pumped.

“Julsie, we’re not going to school today. We are going to see Moana with Grandma and Pappi and Wyatt”. Faces lit with excitement and good behaviour was the order of the day.

The car ride was a bit long I must admit, but the songs and storytelling certainly helped in passing the time successfully. When we arrived at Wyatt’s school, the excitement intensified. Jumping and running to meet us, joyfully waving goodbye to his teachers and friends, Wyatt literally launched into the car joining his two cousins, sharing snacks, chatting about everything under this sun, singing the Moana songs like true Moana-ites.

We were finally on our way.

As we reached the Mall they were let loose and ran ahead like crazy picnies, stopping only to know which way to turn. The giggles, the screeches, the laughter, filled out hearts. We purchased 5 tickets and in reality only used 3 seats as one little firefighter needed some cuddles during the ‘scary’ parts, much to my delight, and the other two had their movie comments to discuss throughout.

They’ve grown so much since we last saw them just a mere 3 months ago.

Solomon, now 5 is maturing daily. Loves story telling. Is knowledgeable on any animal topic. Is engrossed with Lego and never forgets anything as “it is right here in my memory” Grandma. He wears his heart on his sleeve and is a loving big brother, except when his rules are not followed.

Wyatt is 4 and his big brother instincts are kicking in slowly but surely. Loves riding to and from school with his Pappi, gets a kick out of playing football on an afternoon and is super excited to join his new friends at Ju Jitsu. His hugs are heartfelt and when his little face lights up you can’t help but fall in love all over again.

Little Julius just turned 3 and does not stop talking, or singing for that matter. He too loves story telling and knows how to push his big brother’s buttons pulling the “I’m the little one card” when he needs it. His hugs are to die for and his smile melts your heart.

Thea Molly Rose. A 1 year old toddler going on 13. Aware of everything around her and super sensitive to her brother’s needs, bringing him his water bottle when she sees him fussing. She’s not a push over by any means and has mastered the art of wrapping you around her little finger. Julius is wary of her as she makes her needs/demands known in no uncertain terms. I imagine she will be a force to be reckoned with.

It is heart warming to see them together. Excited and happy to be with each other as often as they can. Riding, swimming, playing, just being kids who are cousins.

It’s been a world wind of a visit. A mere 5 weeks together. And I’ll do it over and over again, as long as my body and mind can handle it.

Thea Molly Rose turns one today…

June 12, 2024 / Denise / 6 Comments

I am a mother of 3 boys. I’ve lived the life of lots of talk, lots of action, constant movement until bedtime for many many years. Mine were the only female hormones jumping up and down in my house. Even my pets were all male. Testosterone abounded. The camping, the fishing, rough and tumble games, hiking, outdoor sporting activities. You name it. We did it. All with the boys in mind.

Then one day I took the off chance to see if I could pass at least one of my hobbies onto my boys. I called them all together, turned on my sewing machine, and started to show them the joy of putting fabric together to create something new and useful. At first, they seemed interested. And I was pleased. Such sweet boys humouring their mother. But as I went on, I noticed through the corner of my eye that my audience was dwindling slowly but surely. Until my youngest could take it no more and sneaked away to giggle somewhere with his brothers. I must admit I was a bit hurt, but I smiled. At least I tried. Fortunately though, my love of the garden was not lost on them. And today at least two take pride in growing their own food and creating a warm and welcoming outdoor environment for their families.

And the boys kept coming. One, two and then three grandsons were born. I felt at home. I knew what to do. I knew what they’d love. I knew how to be rough and tumble. I knew how to play their games. I knew how to love them. I was in my comfort zone.

Then little Thea Molly Rose graces our presence. For a long time, I had wished for a little girl to love. But being a tomboy myself growing up, I could never truly imagine what it would be like to have a little girl around. I never played with dolls, I never liked wearing dresses, I loved playing cricket with my elder brother, and I spent a lot of time climbing trees with our neighbours. So, Thea has literally pulled me out of my comfort zone, for I imagine that she will like all those things that I have no experience with. But maybe, just maybe, I can teach her to sew.

Thea turns one today. I met her when she was just 5 months old and left her two months later. We were just getting to know each other. I loved having her fall asleep in my arms. I loved taking her for a walk, and I loved our morning cuddles, as short lived as they were. I’ll meet her again in one month’s time which may very well seem like a first meeting all over again. For she will be a toddler. With her own mind. And her developing personality. She may no longer fall asleep in my arms, but I am hoping for some morning cuddles and most certainly looking forward to her teaching me how to love a little girl.

What 70 really looks like…

May 14, 2024 / Denise / 2 Comments

I must have been 8 or 9 years old when I discovered that my mother had just turned 40. I stared at her cutting her birthday cake with my father and I wanted to burst into tears. She was smiling and happy. We were all happy. But to me 40 was such a big number. A number that felt ions away and in my childlike mind, my mother didn’t have much longer to live. And so, 40 became for me the big bad age.

When I turned 40, in the peak of health, with a young family like my mother had been some years prior, I felt dread. For no other reason than what my mind had recorded so long ago. I didn’t want to receive any birthday greetings so I escaped with my small family where no-one could reach me, just for the day. Since then, though, I’ve realised that age is just a number. Your health, your happiness, your family are a few of the most important things in life. And now that I am in my sixties and the real big numbers are staring me in the face, I dig deep into my memories for what those ages could possibly mean.

My mother breathed her last breath just a few months past the age of 70. She had been ailing since her early sixties. My father heroically took on the role of caregiver like no other. And even with her family rallying around her, her quality of life began to fade towards her late sixties. She had lost her speech. I can only imagine that she felt trapped no longer being able to communicate as she had wished. And yet, even with this memory, the dread that I felt at 40 no longer haunts me. It has now been replaced with a sense of newness of life. For in my own experience, there’s still time for adventure. There’s still time to learn new things. There’s still time to love – your family, your friends, yourself.

A few weeks ago, my sister turned 70. We had been joking about it for some time, reminiscing on our experiences and wondering what this new stage would bring for her. The day after we celebrated her, she messaged me – it’s not so bad after all – she said. I smiled a big smile. For my sister has now become my new beacon of what 70 looks like.

And what does 70 look like? It is at peace with oneself. It is accepting of what life has to offer. It is grateful for every moment, every day. It is quirky and has a sense of humour. Ready to go new places and experience new things. Its arms are wide open welcoming love and adventure. It is wise. It is kind. It is generous of heart and spirit.

Thanks to my sister, I look forward to 70, hoping that I too will find that it’s not so bad after all.

I am lapsing…

March 26, 2024March 26, 2024 / Denise / 5 Comments

How does one get out of lapsing. Not having time for the things you absolutely love. Trying to get other items off the list so you can get back to your favourite pastime. Has my life returned to that awful ‘Busy’ stage. I sincerely hope not.

I am seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. But. Wait. That light is being shrouded by other projects. Projects that need to be done. But projects that are really not on my ‘Happy to be retired radar’.

My quilting is amiss. My blogging is flushed. My gardening has been relegated to watering when I can and a quick walk through my garden to cut back the dead leaves.

I have been making time for friends and family. They are the problem. Too needy. LOL. Can’t do without them though.

And on top of it all, I miss my children and grandchildren, more importantly.

Where has my retirement dream gone?

This is an SOS to all those who have been here and overcome.

HELP!!!

Two little bottles standing on the wall…

January 9, 2024March 11, 2024 / Denise / 1 Comment

Five little bottles standing on the wall. If one little bottle should accidentally fall, there’d be four little bottles standing on the wall. I used to sing this song for my children when they were small, teaching them to count. Never did I think that this would reflect my destiny.

I’ve just left Australia after 2 months of what was initially meant to be a family get together for Christmas, which somehow turned into what feels like a mass exodus of my sons. For my husband and I now return home, just the two of us. Back to empty-nesting. A stage of life which I am familiar with and treasure, but it’s the distance. Or is it much more than that?

It’s a long long way away. Approximately 26 hours of travel depending on whether I am going there or returning home. Many of us have children who live in another country. Grandchildren included. And I’m not sure why this is hitting me like a ton of bricks, but it is. I guess having two of my 3 boys settle abroad took some getting used to. My third son was always close or closer to home. But now that he has decided to join his siblings it’s almost as if I feel deserted.

The reality of what an empty nest really is has hit home. It’s hard enough leaving my grandkids behind and my sons may or may not believe this but it’s just as hard leaving them behind. For they will always be my babies. And, as I write, many stories of them growing up pass through my mind.

Like the time my two eldest decided to disguise themselves and go look for Santa’s elves incognito. Or the time my youngest found a nest of snakes and decided to bring them home as pets. When Josh fell into the bougainvillea bushes. Or Xander was taken away in the elevator and I ran a flight of stairs like a mad mother to catch him on the next floor. Watching Ben pace up and down begging God to return his dog. The many camping trips. Their first steps. Their first day at school. Their many firsts. Waving them goodbye with my eldest driving them to school. The tears, the laughter, the love, the growing pains. The anxiety. The sleepless nights. The prayers.

And yet there is a great sense of pride knowing that they have grown into descent human beings, in spite of the many mistakes I’ve made as a parent. Loving, attentive husbands and supportive, adoring fathers, surrounded by a group of people who are happy to call them friend, husband, Dad, son-in-law. I have so much to be grateful for. And yet the tears flow, my heart breaks and I yearn to be with them again.

You never know what life has in store for you. So be grateful. Enjoy the little things in life for as you grow older and wiser, you will realise that those little things were, in fact, the big things.

Leaving is the hardest part…

January 6, 2024January 9, 2024 / Denise / 9 Comments

Just a little over a year ago I left my grandchildren with the heaviest of hearts. There was just not enough time to share my love with them. And now one year later, the departure is no less heart wrenching.

I can’t complain though. 2022 was amazing. With two visits to Aussie and a Christmas season shared with all at home. I will never complain. But leaving is always the hardest part. The cuddles become sweeter. The laughs become louder. The moments more precious.

Solomon is now 4. He is, for all intents and purposes, a big boy. He is a loving big brother. His cousins adore him. He is gentle and kind, most of the time. Conversations vary from little boy to almost teenager. But there is always a conversation and he more often than not starts with – “Grandma, did you know….?” sharing his 4-year old wisdom whenever he can. His obsession with Super heroes is beyond. “You want to come visit my superhero house Grandma?” Of course I answered. “But just know Grandma that it always snows on Fridays.” “Well I’ll have to bring my warm jacket.” I reply. “Not to worry Grandma,” he consoles. “I have warm clothes for 80-year olds……” “What about 40-year olds,” I counter. “Yes Grandma all ages. Not to worry.” I frown. 80 year olds? Well really.

Wyatt is 3. Learning to be a big brother. Always busy and still can’t keep still for long. Doesn’t know how to walk from A to B. Must run. Easily distracted unless it involves cars, planes or trains – a worrisome characteristic when learning to ride his bike, looking all over the place except ahead of him. Loves to help in the garden except when he stumbles upon his water gun and must squirt everything in sight. Loves the ocean as he calls it, running into the waves and toppling over, bubbling up in peals of laughter. Not good for grandparents. Thankfully he knows how to swim. His cuddles, when he decides to share them, warm your heart. And you don’t want to let go.

Julius is 2 going on 12. Talks non-stop. Not needing any response really. Full sentences with an accent that takes some time getting accustomed to. “Where dis come from?” is his favourite question with a hint of Trini lingo. “Shops!” is the go-to answer. And of course, the age-old question of ‘Why?’. He is learning to love the water, but it can’t be too cold. “I want to cuddle you” jerks at your heart but you soon learn that it usually gets him off the ground and from A to B very easily. But you don’t care. A cuddle is a cuddle. He has a mischievous streak. A smile that melts ice. Determined with no fear.

Julius – thinks he is a big boy always with a story to tell

Then there is our Thea Molly Rose – almost 7 months. Our newest angel. Our first granddaughter and the first girl in the family. She has captured our hearts with her open smile, quiet nature (for now) and her delicious thunder thighs. She is quietened by Solomon and excited by her brother, Wyatt who makes her laugh at the slightest action. She loves hugs and kisses, probably because she can’t yet dodge them on her own. And I have this feeling that she will rule her brother and cousins with the wave of a finger. Time will tell.

Their laughter. Their stories. Their different personalities keep you on your toes. Your heart swells with each look, each smile, each cuddle, each small hand slipped into yours. Each time you hear them utter the word, ‘Grandma’. And you can’t tear yourself away. But you must.

Until next time my angels.

Grandma loves you to the planets and back, over and over and over again.

They may hold my hand for a little while, but they will forever hold my heart.

Welcoming new growth in 2024…

December 31, 2023January 1, 2024 / Denise / 1 Comment

Driving home last night after what turned out to be a lovely birthday celebration of dinner and cocktails at sunset – well what was supposed to be a sunset – we were greeted with the beginnings of very stormy weather. Dark ominous clouds, thunder and lightening. Weather that had been forecast a few days prior. But we went anyway.

I was sitting in the front of the vehicle with my son. And I sighed at the rain. Something I don’t usually do. I love the rain and all the good that it brings. Pondering this time however what it might mean for the first week of the New Year.

“Rain brings new growth Mum.” And I smiled in relief. And some tears of gratitude for my many blessings.

And so I begin the New Year with promises of new growth. With an open mind and open arms. To whatever life may throw at me. Knowing that even though dark clouds may threaten, there will always be the proverbial silver lining. I just need to look for it.