St GEORGIA & Boo

on a path with wilder ones

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Category: autism

  • We are in a moment of transition. She, moving from the securities of school and routine into a world of unfamiliar patterns with no real defined path to take and i,  into that of being a parent of a young adult who i adore and are sincerely troubled by. My troubles come not with so…

  • honouring a year past..

    This year has been a hard one for our family, big changes came with big challenges, much of which we are still unfolding. My girls sometimes worry that we are unique in the current unrest of our home, that the waves of emotions and truthful uncertainties are not something that is felt within the homes of…

  • teaching him empathy, learning about space.

  • It is hard to explain and accept that you can’t just assume that he will always embrace your affections. That after hours or days or even weeks of not seeing his delightful smile, that he would openly allow you to take him into your arms. So that you may show him how much you love him, how…

  • thoughts over lunch

    The simplicity of feeding the chickens who laid the eggs for me to cook to feed to the children.   can all of life possibly be this simple? I am so thankful that my children are living just a little of this simplicity, in between  ipads and youtube train clips. I’m thankful that my three-year old…

  • butter cookies and words

    cooking with toddlers is always going to be anything but methodical. Before pursuit it is absolutely necessary to let go of any concept that the process is going to run smoothly and without fuss or mess for that matter. It almost needs to be seen as organised chaos with the idea that anything could happen and…

  • black and white pictures

            pictures captured on the beach in Cows, Phillip Island, with myself,Georgia, Boo and the rain

  • There may be more to it.

    Most of the time to look at him you would never know. His quirky traits are playful parts of his personality. He is only three. He is boisterous, fast and loud, and can woo you with his infectious smile. When he smiles, when he sees you, you immediately feel better about everything. This same three year…

  • some place, he goes

    I often wonder where he goes. The moments when stillness overcomes his small body and a vacant  look sets upon him deep within the souls of his eyes. He lays awake almost unmoving, yet in such a place you know in this moment, that you are not welcome to visit. You can’t go there with him,…