Australia, You Weren't Ready For A Female Prime Minister

Image by Sophie Deane Sourced at Taylor Marsh

Now that Gillard's term is done and dusted in duly spectacular fashion, I think it's fair to say it was a term dominated by her gender.  Up until this point I have been reluctant to admit that.  Ever hopeful that the commentary on her Prime Ministership would turn the corner and be about something other than her femaleness.  Had she been allowed to stick it out maybe her legacy might even have gone beyond that of being Australia's first female Prime Minister.

His Holiness the 14th Dalai Lama of Tibet

This week I was at the Melbourne Convention Centre to hear the Dalai Lama speak on Compassion The Foundation of Well Being.

The Way the Cookie Crumbles

My Biscuits Don't Look Like This.

My kids are great little chefs.  

They love cracking eggs, mixing, stirring, pouring, sifting, licking - definitely the licking.  

Race to the Bottom

There's nothing more likely to put racism front and centre as an issue than a well respected and senior footballer being referred to as an "ape" not once but twice in a week.  

Church and State Schools

I've just enrolled my little girl in Primary school for next year.  SO exciting!

Paper Bag Owls

This crafty project is super easy, super cute and super good at keeping pre schoolers happily entertained for ages.

Look into my Eyes

I never thought of myself as a yeller.

In my adult relationships shouting is not part of what I do.  I like to avoid conflict.  And if it arises I usually resolve it in a mature, adult and intellectual way.  By talking.  

Or by getting sulky and passive-aggressive.  You know, whatever.

But there is nothing like parenthood to bring out the shout.  Man alive, can my kids make me yell.

They don't of course.  It is only and always me that makes me yell.  Or that allows myself to yell.  

It's not their fault and they don't deserve it.  And if there is anything worse than the awful feelings I have when I'm shouty, it's the terrible, horrible feeling of guilt I have after the anger subsides.  

I never, ever have felt good about yelling.  Even when it has yielded the desired behavioral result.

And I always resolve not to do it again, but then I find myself in a situation where the kids are running rings around me and NOT LISTENING and I feel my blood pressure rise, my jaw tense and I can feel the yell build up inside me seconds before it erupts.

(And this is precisely when I need to stop.  To be mindful and to stop.)

The stupid thing is that it doesn't scare anyone.  The kids don't care.  Only on the rarest of occasion when I have really lost my shit have I shouted the kids into spontaneous simultaneous submission.

Normally though they just get angrier and more defiant than they were in the first place.

It really is futile, the shouting.  Only worse than futile because it does have a negative impact.  It makes me feel horrible and it teaches the kids not only that their mother is a shouty nightmare, but that it's ok to shout.  That yelling is an appropriate response to frustration, or to not getting what we want.

So I resolve again not to yell.  And this time I have a tactic to help me do it - eye contact.  It is so hard to stay angry at my babies when I am looking into their eyes.  It's so easy to see how little they are, how vulnerable, how beautiful.  

And it's interesting that often I am not looking at them when I'm angry, not really looking.  Anger is such an intense emotion that it can be very consuming and can make it difficult to focus on anything other than my own feelings in that moment.  

But if I can be present enough to remember to stop and look into the eyes of my children, this act alone can be enough to diffuse the situation.  To slow things down, to break the circuit.

It can remind me that I do not want to yell, that they do not need me to yell and that often the situation really, just isn't as bad as I am making it in my head.

It's all in the eyes.

Are you a yeller?

Listen to The Who Behind Blue Eyes

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Mother's Day

This Mother's Day I'd like to turn the tables.

I know it's a day for being thankful to our Mother's.  But I'd like to give thanks to my children today, especially my eldest, for teaching me how to be a Mother.

The Tethered Elephant

Tuesday nights I go to a local Buddhist Institute for meditation and teachings.  Well, that is I try to when life is on the straight and narrow.  

Basque Fish Stew

Last week we had another of our gorgeous girls dinners and this time it was my turn to host.

I have to admit to mild entertaining anxiety, but I managed to contain it by keeping everything pretty simple.

Post Secret

Image Sourced at Capstone Seminar

This week I went to the Post Secret Event at Hamer Hall.

I love the Post Secret website and I was really looking forward to getting to experience the live version that I have read about at the site.

The evening did not disappoint.

Inside

I love the Spiegeltent.  And if I'm honest, the main reason I booked tickets to see Inside was because of this beautiful venue.