G’day. Hello. Ciao.
It’s me. (Please feel free to read back and remind yourself of who I am.) It’s been far too long between posts.
Anyway… A week ago I got back from a two week trip to Italy with my family.
It’s because of the “with my family” bit that I wrote trip instead of holiday because traveling with two youngish boys is not a holiday.
My youngest son is a special gift from God. (The kind of gift that can’t be returned.) I think he’s amazing and awesome most of the time but I also know that it’s only because I’m his mother that I think that. 🙂
He complained about the heat. He complained when we made him walk for 7 hours in the heat.
He complained when we bought him a strawberry ice cream that it tasted like real strawberries and not strawberry flavoured milkshake.
Ditto with the banana flavour.
He complained that the Vatican was boring.
He complained that he was bored during our hot air balloon flight over Tuscany.
He complained that his pizza had green herbs on it.
But I still love him. Next time he wants to go somewhere cold. I’m thinking Iceland. And every time he complains that he’s too cold I’ll remind him that he didn’t like the heat.
Having said that… Italy felt sooooo good.
There was something in the air or the atmosphere or possibly in the water that was good for the soul.
I felt mentally happier than I have in years. I felt free of something. Maybe it was being free of routine or being free to be yourself in a different place.
Anyway it was divine.
I’ve decided that I will be one of those rich people that spends a month every Australian winter in Lake Como. Lying on the sun lounge eating fresh croissants with marmalade and wandering down to the local cafe for an espresso at the bar when I need it.
Or maybe it was just that ER was on tv every night and seeing a little bit of 90’s George Clooney on a daily basis is also good for the soul.
I’ve come back breathing deeper and with some space to move in my head.
Which is just as well as I’m being the helper instead of the helpee at the moment.
I’ve got a beautiful friend whose grandmother has died and she’s dealing with all the family squabbling that happens when your mother has died before her mother and life is out of order.
Another beautiful friend witnessed a tragic suicide last week and needs a little extra love.
A friend has just completed a cycle of IVF in which no embryos grew well enough to be transferred.
And a colleague who found a lump in her breast and hasn’t been sleeping since she found it and her husband is away for 2 weeks.
Now the funeral is tomorrow, I’m spending the weekend with my friend who witnessed the suicide and the lump turned out to be a lymph node being reactive.
There is nothing I can do for the IVF friend but be there for her.
So while some of my favourite people are going through some awful times I am well enough to help.
It’s strange that sometimes you get so lost that you can’t help yourself and your friends help you and then the tables are reversed and you are so grateful that you can help them back.
So I’m seriously thankful not to be the one going through the crap at the moment and relieved that I’m able to help my friends that are.
Helping and looking after friends is good for the soul.
Italy is good for the soul.
Now if only I could take my friends to Italy…