Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Sweet Secret Sister 

I received a little blessing in my letter box yesterday, dropped in by my 'Secret Sister', without my knowing - she's a little sneaky like that. I have no idea who she is, though I would be lying if I said that I haven't tried to sleuth it out! 

Her gorgeous gift came just at the right time. Sick baby + first time Mumma + busy husband  = a tad bit of despair. Add to that the fact that I'm coming off a fantastic 2 weeks of family and friends visiting = jam packed, but so lovely, with no day time naps and lots of late nights. This must be what it feels like to be a thinly spread, cold, hard piece of toast  - blah. 

It did my soul well to receive her gift of thought and care.

There is a group specifically for the wives of students and lecturers at the seminary where my husband studies, it's aptly named 'Sem Wives'. It creates an avenue for much needed support, teaching and social interaction amongst the women who go through and give up much to stand beside their husbands on their journey toward ministry. 

One of the Sem Wives operations is that of the 'Secret Sister'. When the year began we each drew the name of another wife from a hat, it had any details about her that she had decided to provide, birth date, wedding anniversary, children's names etc. Your mission, should you choose to accept it (corny I know, but I couldn't resist) was to pray for, encourage and support this woman in secret throughout the year in whatever creative ways your heart desires. 

Perhaps there is someone you can think of who needs a little encouragement. Someone who would be blessed by knowing that they are being thought of ! You don't need a secret sister for that, why not just go out of your way to secretly bless that woman. I promise it will lift your heart also. 

So to my amazing secret sister.....
I have no idea who you are, (despite my deductions), however I want to let you know that your support of me has come at just the right time, every time. I feel so blessed to have been the name you drew from the many. You have also inspired me to be a better encourager. My wish is, that at the times, when you most need support and to know you are not alone, as you have lavished upon me, you will be lavished upon 100 fold. 

Now here is hoping you're on facebook :D

Monday, October 1, 2012

Sunday, September 30, 2012

A Boy's Life 

I remember the day we went for our gender scan and my sneaking suspicions were confirmed..... Our baby was a boy! 

If I am honest, my first thoughts were, "I was right, I'm always right" ha ha, followed by the sudden realization "a boy? what am I going to do with a boy, I've always been more partial to girls, I'm a girl! I don't know the first thing about boys!". 

I'd always wanted a boy first, so that my little girls would have a big brother, someone to protect them from bullies, carry their school bag, give them the last lolly in the packet, cover their eyes for them in the scary parts of movies. Sounds dreamy. I have since learnt from my sister in law that my husband (the oldest) was more of a pest than a prince. He did keep the losers at bay though, by paying a geek with a crush to never let my sister in law out of his site at parties. Pretty annoying when you're trying to hook up with hot guys she retells. 

As Jax's due date drew near, I was more and more conscious of the fact that I didn't know what to do with a little boy. I should have thought more about the fact that I didn't know what to do with a baby, but go figure :D I even lamented a little as I thought about the special bond my husband and son would have because they would both share a love of sweat, mud and football induced tears. I wish I could blame my foolishness on hormones, unfortunately I think that's just me. 

Almost 4 months on and I tell you what, my little boy is SUPER PERFECT and I wouldn't swap or change him for the world. I have learnt very quickly however, to cover his *winky* when we change nappies as that appendage has a life of it's own, and quiet a projectile range. The older he gets the more "boy like" he becomes, for instance my mother taught my son to blow raspberries, which my husband calls "FART NOISES", it seems to be Jax's favourite thing to do, and it's hilarious when Daddy makes fart noises with his mouth. Also the fart noises aren't just from the top end, but maybe that's babies in general and not just boys???????

His favourite book to date is David and Goliath, and he is very interested in the stone throwing part which kills the giant Goliath. I make an effort to explain that throwing rocks at people could be very dangerous, Roelof on the other hand likes to describe in detail with sound effects how the rock would have hit Goliath's skull *splat*. 

I imagine that all you seasoned mothers of boys are smiling, I have a long way to go don't I. I'm looking forward to it though, not the dirty part, I'm an excessive compulsive cleaner... (my youngest brother came to visit last week and ask my husband and I were rushing around dusting and wiping he said "so... how many times a week do you clean?") so that should be challenging. 

He is growing so quickly, it's exciting but sad at the same time, you Mums know what I mean don't you?!?! Though I am looking forward to the day when he can cuddle back, at the moment he just sucks on my shoulder :D and when he does I whisper to him "you are Mumma's boy, aren't you!" quiet enough so that Daddy can't hear!!!

Friday, September 14, 2012

Bridging The Gap

Moving interstate has been really flippin hard. I won't lie about that. My family first moved interstate when I turned 8, we moved away from our extremely close extended family to begin my Dad's journey into ministry, which coincidentally turned out to be the journey both my younger brothers would take and also my husband and I. You'd think after doing it 6 times I would be used to it, but I'm not. Honestly, I don't like it, because every time we've moved I focus more on what I'm leaving behind and little on the new adventure that awaits.

This last move has been the real clincher though. 2 reasons. 

1. The life my husband and I thought we would cultivate together when we married, in Brisbane with our friends, family, church, building a home, the schools we planned to send our children too, turned out to be different from the plan God has for us. Our journey beyond the next 5 years remains unknown - TRUST REQUIRED!

2. I've lived away from my parents before. When I went to boarding school, when I moved out to go to uni, when  I moved for a job, when I got married. However I was always within a stones throw of my parents, now the leaving and cleaving has become real. I have a family of my own now. And it's impossible to throw a stone from here to where my Mum and Dad live. 

Stepping out and growing up!  = Challenging. 

I digress, this post isn't about the moving but about an attempt to stay connected on a deeper level despite the distance. My sister in law Anna and I have found a way to do that.

 She too lives in Sydney, away from ALL her family. My brother is a Pastor like my Father, and like my husband and youngest brother are studying to be. The difference between us is that she has 3 little girls to keep her busy 3 yrs old and younger, where as I'm only learning to raise one little 3 month old. I have no idea how she does it without family to pop over and give her a break or come and spoil her babies by taking them out for ice cream. I'm learning to watch her very closely for tips!! And praying that God removes that distance!

In her wisdom, when I became a new mum, she suggested that we share a weekly devotional together over the phone. Something to do with being a mother that would encourage us, teach us, and enable us to support one another on our journey despite the distance between us. She found the book "Feminine Appeal" by Carolyn Mahaney (which my husband is please about as he likes her husband C.J Mahaney).  What a blessing. It's such a gem, and is teaching me so much about mothering, wife - ing (not a word I know) in a godly way. And it doesn't make it complicated. It's challenging me to give of myself, to live a life serving those God has placed closet to me. And to have a sister to share it with, to encourage me and pray with about these "hats" that we wear is a joy.

Thank goodness we live in the age of Skype and Mobile phones :D If you live away from your loved ones and close friends, take time to be creative and find ways to keep in touch and share each others journey despite the distance. Coffee Dates over Skype are always fun!


I won lotto!

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

I won lotto, super exciting, even if it is only the Buitendag Lotto!

We've had this little cheap store money tin for just over a year now, filling it with any spare change we have lying around the house. The idea was that when it was full we would each have a guess as to how much money we had saved and whoever was the closest would 'win' the money to do with as they please. Even Jax had a guess, thanks to his Mema. 

Turns out that Roelof didn't realise that I had been putting all his gold coins into the tin, so he thought there was going to be considerably less inside. I promise I didn't do that on purpose.  We ended up with $76.75 not bad hey! And that made ME the winner of the Buitendag Lotto. 

Now I just need to decided how I am going to spend my winnings :) And get another tin for our next lotto.