I love this little man beyond what I ever could imagine.
I am one of the happiest Gals around, you all know that. I have a great man, heaps of gorgeous girls to love, a solid guy you'd want to marry your daughter, son in law and of course this little man above. This is my family, these are the people that in my mantra I have to protect, look out for, fix things up for, and most of all love unconditionally.
I give life a punch every day, with a smile on my face, a song on my lips and with an open heart. But just lately a shadow is following me in my footsteps, a quite, after dark monster that is lurking around this beautiful city that I proudly call home.
Now, I promised myself when I began this blog that I would only post happy stories about the passions in my life, Rowantree Designs, my gorgeous grandson, Rowan and of course of late, keeping you posted on the makeover of the fibro beach house. Today my heart is heavy, my happiness bubble has burst, I am finding it hard to swallow, I'm looking after Rowan today and every time I look at him, my eyes fill with tears.
Last night I worked until the wee hours of this morning, listening to the smokey voiced, late night jocks on the radio, falling into a rather melodic trance, then all of a sudden being hurled back into reality by the regular news broadcasts of more drive by shootings in Sydney. Every week it's the same news. Bad news. What is happening to our community? Who are these people? We all know why! Who is going to stop this? How dare these people run amuck and create havoc in our neighbourhoods. We deserve to feel safe. Our children have a right to innocence! I have lived in a time of safety and freedom, I have played in the streets, walked home from school with not a care in the world. It saddens me to think about the cruel obstacles that will fall in the path of our community in time to come, and it breaks my heart to think about the challenge we all have ahead of us to keep our family's safe in our community. I can't fix this alone, I can't spend each day worrying about good guys and bad guys, I must go to work, shop, cook and go about my life's business, which leads me to ponder if I am weak and gutless? For my family's sack I have to pop back into my happiness bubble so when they all come home from work, and look to me for a smile, a hug and a kiss I am right there, the rock, the mum, the lover of life. The silent protector.