Posts under ‘my mum’

The family friends of mine who we recently visited in Melbourne were flying to Roxby Downs to visit their daughter. They had a stop over in Adelaide from 11am to 4pm, so I picked them up for lunch. This required a bit of organisation - with our two boofa car seats in the […]

It’s now probably politically incorrect to refer to anything back-to-front as Chinese nowadays. My mum sometimes used to serve what she called a Chinese dinner. It was probably more a result of her being disorganised than anything else - it was just that she served dessert first, then the main meal second. […]

Funny how our subconscious works, isn’t it?
I had a dream the other night that I should record, before I forget it. I had a dream that I could have my Mum back, on the condition that I became a paraplegic, got around in a wheelchair and lived in a little unit near A and […]

It was one of those weekends that you need a weekend to recover from.
On Thursday night I started packing our bags… Friday afternoon was spent writing an essay at work (I officially finish at one pm but stayed to write until 4pm), then I went home, finished packing our bags and picked Dexter […]

I always feel so disingenuous when I mention to people that I have Chinese ancestry. My red hair and green eyes don’t exactly give me credibility.
I thought I’d sit down this afternoon and draw up a family tree so that I have it straight in my head and I can explain it to […]

My Nanna rang last night, which reminded me of something I wanted to write.
My Mum’s dog Kali died. She was the mother of my boys. My uncle have her mother and sister and my grandparents have one of her daughters. This is sad in and of itself, but she was […]

Dear Dexter,
Happy First Birthday, my beautiful blue eyed boy.
Two years ago, I had just parked my car at work and I had a thought, a premonition about having a son. At that stage we had no plans to have more children but you were determined to be here!
You have […]

Raising a family without my family here is so fucking hard. Please excuse the bad language, but I’m really over it. Perhaps it is because I know how different things would have been if Mum was still around.
Willow threw a tantrum last night before bed. She tipped a jug of water over Dexie, […]

Tomorrow it will be 6 years since she died. Every year I am amazed that it has been so long.
I want to write about it with the depth that Melissa has, but I have done a pretty good job of blocking the memories out. It just occured to me that 6 years […]