- Catherine Irwin
- Perth, WA, Australia
- Hi friends. To those I have met in person and the many I haven't - welcome to our nest. Thanks so much for stopping by. I am a mama of six baby birds and wife to one papa bird. Our nest is an intricately woven home, crafted over time, through the highs and lows of life, and many in-betweens. We are soon to leave our Australian nest to re-locate to our second home, the UK. This is our story, of our new life in a new country, the trials and tribulations, bidding goodbye to precious friends and embracing new. I know at times, our wings will be flapping so hard to keep us moving forward that we will tire, however, a little perseverence will bring effortless gliding amongst a soft breeze, and even stronger wings for the journey ahead. Welcome to our flight......
Monday, 24 January 2011
I have been on holiday. A proper, good, old-fashioned break. Not a family holiday, a kid-holiday or a squeeze-in-a-few-days-at-an-over-priced-resort type of holiday. It was an adult holiday - no children - at all - for ten days. Wow. And it was overseas - a good seven hours flying time.
I actually slept in, which is such a foreign concept. I napped and watched tv in bed. I drank wine as the pool water lapped at my feet. I ate my meals uninterrupted, chewing and swallowing slowly, instead of throwing it down my throat to wipe little faces or clear snot from dripping into food.
I conversed with adults and strangers and hid from children like the plague.
The only bottom I wiped was my own (big deal with twin babies!)and the only body I washed was my own. I dressed just me and was responsible for just me. No lunches, no drink bottles, no changes of clothes, hat, sunscreen or shoes, other than for moi!
I sat on my balcony and talked to no one. The silence was a unique and priceless gift and I soaked those times of nothingness up like a sponge.
I did not exercise (running) at all, apart from strolling from the buffet to my table and pottering around the markets.
I sent my mind to a day spa for ten days and my body to a beauty spa. I was scrubbed, massaged, oiled, moisturized, pummelled, cracked (toes eek) and beautified.
I wore eye makeup for the first time in ten years, experimenting with colours and new techniques.
I pretended I was young again and in my 20's, where time, age, stress and six babies had not taken their toll.
I flossed my teeth every night, brushed my hair until it shone, wore pretty knickers, painted my toe-nails and read four whole books (with no pictures or sound effects).
I shopped a little (well ok, every day), taking the time to browse instead of charging around the isles in an anxious storm. I discovered the art of bartering and loved it. Actually I was quite good at it, to my surprise. The thrill of the chase and all. I have kept the Billabong brand and fake designer watches going for the next financial year on my purchases alone.
I drank loads of great coffee and ate whenever I felt like it, sometimes in bed in my jammies at 3am in the morning.
I laughed a lot and smiled often and I had the priviledge of falling in love with my precious Mother all over again. I lapped up her company, presence and her unique love for me, her daughter.
In all of this, I met myself again. She had been sitting exhausted on a cold park bench, her eyes tired and her body weak. Her mind had long ceased to operate efficiently despite all the demands she placed on it to be 'on top of it all'. I took her hand gently and spoke to her with kindness and respect and in return she gave me back the gift of herself - her true self, and I am so pleased to see her this way again.
I highly recommend it - much cheaper than therapy.