It will be remembered as the great salad cook-off. A 12 year old boy got up early that day, to chop. To chop vegetables. He and two other friends had decided to have a salad competition at school for lunch. He dug around the vegetable drawer and found mushrooms, mung beans, carrots, capsicum, spinach and ... Continue Reading »
Meg Lawton’s Articles
They practically scream her name the minute she walks in. The shine, the glitter calling her over. Her little face wide open to the delight before her. She hadn’t yet imagined this possibility, but now it is right before her. And she hopes. Yet, she is pulled in another direction, the one of her mothers. ... Continue Reading »
They say they know, But they can’t. Not really. It’s too big for this space, this moment. They can only ever hear it with their young ears. And feel it with their expectant hearts. As it should be. “Of course” they casually say. “But Really” I push. I can’t help myself; it forces its way ... Continue Reading »
They gather things. Together, separately. Bits. Pieces. All very important. Often a precious rock (broken asphalt), or a note (on scrap paper). Sometimes a rainbow (piece of string), or a piece of gold (yellow button). Now and then, a valuable coin (found in the dust behind the washer) But always love. Right there on my ... Continue Reading »
“I don’t want to be a mother” she announces quite decisively while standing in the doorway of the laundry room. Yes, she nods to 9 year old self, she seems quite certain. “Why” I ask, as I shove dirty undies, stinky socks and crusty jeans into the washing machine. “Because I don’t want to do ... Continue Reading »
I have it all. I have a husband, and kids. A house, debt a pet chinchilla and a dog that is too cute for it’s own good. I have long friendships, caring parents, and a pantry full of food. I have vacations, clothing and an education. I have the seasons, the daylight and sleep. I ... Continue Reading »
Over the years Tears. She’s pregnant. She cried. “You have a boy”, again happy, ecstatic tears. Another two makes three. Three times more the tears. Tears from firsts, tears from lasts. Beginning school, of pushing away, tight embraces, overnight stays, and saying goodbyes. First hurts. Last glances Thankful tears for second chances. Tears from fears ... Continue Reading »
I like to take any opportunity I can to snoop. I like to check you out, give you the once-over, peer inside your house and take in all I can see from where I stand. I assess, discern, listen to my gut and then create an opinion about you all within a few seconds. I ... Continue Reading »
Hands leaf through pages with long ago words. Hearts search through stages with long ago hurts. The story keeps changing from this day to next. The mind rearranging, to what it likes best. A tale told over, a familiar groove. A place to take cover no need to move. But it’s time to tear up ... Continue Reading »
Without hesitation she replied quite simply “A picture frame”. Phew, I can do picture frame, “This will be a piece of cake” I say, “Oooh I want to be a piece of cake” her brother adds. Halloween is not one of my favourite holidays, for various reasons. It’s not just because it isn’t a part ... Continue Reading »
There is nothing I can do. But watch. My wanting it to change, my arguing with it, pleading for one more day, pointless. The leaves fall, the wind changes, the temperatures drop, the geese fly. My mind calling it the enemy. I prefer, cloudless skies, sprinklers, and bare feet. Nights on the deck in the ... Continue Reading »
It’s really best to get them out of your head. Just forget them, tear them up and throw them away. Yes I know they’re pretty, peaceful, perfect and quite delightful. They’re wonderful to look at but they’re of no use at all. Simply more harm than good really. Just a pile of made-up pictures to ... Continue Reading »
A book report on a famous person. She chooses Anne Frank. She has never heard of Anne Frank but the book has a picture of a little girl on the cover. She is a little girl. I leave her to leaf through the pages at her own pace, to discover her own meaning about something ... Continue Reading »
Ahhhh, holding a child’s hand…ever done it? Felt their soft little palm in yours? Have you been fully aware of the trust, love and tenderness between you? Try it. I have been known to grab, pull, drag, a child’s hand, across a busy road, through a mall, up a sledding hill, No, not this kind ... Continue Reading »
What’s mine is not yours. For what’s mine is mine and yours is yours. Let’s just get that clear I say to the both of us, from mother to child Draw the line. Then follow it to where it begins and see who is holding marker in hand. Who drew it, walked it, and now ... Continue Reading »
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Meg Lawton
Motherhood can be tricky, whoever you are, wherever you live. My quest is to find the gold nuggets along the way and humbly offer my discoveries to you. Contact Meg: meg@soulseeds.com
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