Wednesday, June 8, 2011

the best story

My boy turned 11 yesterday!

That means he's ELEVEN.

A whole decade, plus a whole year on top of that.

I am the mother of an 11 year old. That means I've been a mother for ELEVEN years.

…When you write it

that many times

it seems kind of BIG, doesn't it?!

And I feel both amazed I've been a mother for so long

and insanely blessed to have had this

person in my life for this many years.

I think he's lovely.

He is the beginning of the best story I've ever written,

the one of Motherhood.

And this excellent, ever-so-fine day marks the beginning,

and the continuation,

of his own best story. My boy's own best Self.

blowing out the 'candles' on his birthday crumble

To commemorate, here's my favourite photo of us,

taken on our three day trip away to the mountains (photos to come!),

where we frolicked and celebrated and cuddled and explored and smiled so BIG.

Here we are, lit from within by fine-ness and joy,

and so much love!

Can you see the light of us? I do,

and it's a ribbon of


And for those who wanted to read his wonderful story, a story that got published in the paper on his birthday,

(and thank you so much for the kind & beautiful comments in my last post!)


(below the painting that inspired it),

it is:

Paul Ryan
Welcome to the Jungle


They knew something was coming, though they did not know what that something was.
The sun had apparently decided it was not going to rise, and that was that. Meanwhile, clouds had taken its place. A roll of thunder shook them, as a long, snaking finger of lightning reached out towards the forest. Rain began to fall heavily, hammering into the ground like machine gun fire. Animals ran for cover, knocking into each other in their mad dash for shelter. The swollen river, once calm, thundered along, rolling and crashing. Lightning flashed and danced against an angry black background.
Suddenly, a bright red flame leapt up amongst the trees. It grabbed at wood and leaves, gobbling them up hungrily. Soon it began to reach for larger logs. The storm growled and tried its hardest to extinguish the fire. But it had no hope. Now, the fire roared, tearing down trees and growing larger with every bite. It smashed through the forest to the river. The fire reared in anger and dove towards the water.
It was not the only thing diving.
A feeble squeak rose from the carnage. A small, forgotten chick sat nestled in the leaves of a burning tree.
The birds had known something was coming. Now it was here, they had only one option. To flee. In the confusion, the little bird had been left behind. The flames climbed up the tree, crawled along the branch, and leapt at the chick. The chick scrambled for cover, and fell.
The cry hit the mother's ears like an audible nightmare. Without the slightest hesitation, she dove back towards the trees.
The chick seemed almost to fall in slow motion, tumbling and turning through the air. The flames extended towards it, waiting to engulf the tiny form.
Through the blinding smoke and blazing flames flew the mother. She extended her claws, ready to catch her child.
So did the fire. It reached out a flickering hand, thinking it had won.
But with a final burst of speed, the mother bird had her chick grasped safely in her claws. She rose back up to join the rest of the birds, and they left the burning forest.
Days later, when people came, they found nothing but a skeleton land, devoid of all life.
The forest was gone.  


  1. Congratulations and Happy Birthday to your Boy!

    How awesome that his story was published ON his birthday!!! Super cool!!

    What a wonderful story. He is an excellent writer. I was captivated but also found myself reading fast to find out what was going on. I was caught up in the emotion of the story!!

  2. Happy Birthday to your boy! 11 is a very important age. Kei has been 11 for 5 months and she quite loves it.

    The story...oh my goodness that story. It is wonderful and descriptive and I could feel that fire and heat and see it in my mind. What a wonderful story. He should be so proud. His use of language is amazing and I was hooked from the first words. Loved it.

  3. First Happy Birthday to your boy!!!! I'm glad it was wonderful and so full of joy!!! Can't wait to see the pics from your trip!! And second, your son's piece is absolutely beautiful. I thoroughly enjoyed the gripping journey his story took me through. Thank you so much for sharing it with us, and for sharing your son with us :).

  4. What an awesome story! Runs in the family huh :D Happy birthday, 11 is so old, lol! Have fun :) And happy birthday to mumma too!

  5. So glad you published that! I agree - it is an amazing story, well written and just gets you in!

    Happy birthday to your boy! My boy is in the last throes of 11. 12 is looming fast. Enjoy being 11!


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