Getting Out and About

I’ve sent Rainer’s Support Worker on a 2-day course on Communication, so this week I had the “luxury” of entertaining him for the afternoon. Excellent!!

Right?

Errrmmmm, maybe. It seems he and I have lost our Afternoon Rhythm. I was afraid of this when I employed SWs for Monday to Friday; my intuition told me it might be a mis-step, but I desperately needed down-time, so here we are! (Yes, I should stop complaining….but think of this more as an observation….)

Thursday. Lovely Thursday!!!

SPRING certainly has arrived in Brisbane. It’s bloomin’ fabulous! So I made a deal that as soon as he’d finished his afternoon tea, we’d head to the creek. Nice!!!

Seems he had other ideas and the complaining began at the top of the track. Oh boy. I was sure he was going to do a runner. Have I got my running shoes on? All lady bits “supported”? Adequately hydrated? tick tick tick

He didn’t run down the street (thank God), but he did run down the track. So I called out and thought, “He’s okay now. He’ll stop when told.”
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HAHAHAAA!! Who was that crazy lady just then? Totally deluded (as witnessed by a lady walking her dog, “That looks like fun!”) So off I run with giant Thunderbirds 3 and 4 under each arm. I managed to get him to stop a couple of times to catch my breath, but as soon as I moved closer, he’d take off again. I was contemplating calling our local Police Station to have them meet us at the usual spot (oh dear) but thankfully he parked himself at the Duck Pond.
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Phew!!

I really enjoy our neighbourhood and the absolute beauty of our tracks and creeks and wildlife, but oh boy, some days it’s a real struggle to find the good in it. Don’t get me wrong. Sometimes it’s a success and he will happily stroll with me, arms around my waist, looking lovingly into my eyes, little skip in his step – and those days are true Love.
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This wasn’t one of those days….but by bedtime (or was it Dinner?) the status-quo-love-fest had returned and all was good in the world.

I can’t stay sniffing the paint every minute of the day. As much as I’d like to entertain my Muse when he calls (yes, I have a He-Muse – a “Heuse”), there are more pressing moments to experience and capture. My wish is that those experiences feed my Heuse, so when I get time to sit and create, I have Love stored in bucket-loads and can do so with contentment.

Happy Days!

xx Giovanna

The Happiest Boy on Earth

a.k.a. Rainer met Postman Pat

Rainer and Pat (and helpful nymph)

Rainer and Pat (and helpful nymph)

Yesterday (Wednesday) was a public holiday in Brisbane. It’s EKKA time, and for the uninitiated, it’s short for The Royal National Association (RNA) Exhibition. It’s our Agricultural Show, when all the animals, farmers, cow cockies, silver spikers, wood choppers, cattle dogs, precision racing cars, fireworks, rides, showbags, dagwood dogs, stawberry ice-creams and all other manner of foodstuffs, descend on Brisbane for 10 days.

Instead of going to the Ekka this year, I noticed the smallest of mentions in the local rag about Postman Pat appearing at the local cinema. Knowing Rainer’s love of “Poison Hat” (or Postman Pat to the rest of us) we toddled over.

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BOY
ON
EARTH

His smile was wide and long-lasting. He was cuddling Pat, jumping around in total rapture and even put Thunderbird 2 down!!! Yes, you heard me! He put T2 down for Pat!!

Thanks to Event Cinemas for organising the photo shoot. It was an awesome experience for Rainer and a great lesson for me. I *can* get to things on time. I *can* take him out without a bag full of treats, emergency nappies, etc. I *can* make the world take notice of his differences, but also show that he is just like any other kid who just L.O.V.E.S. Postman Pat!

But our adventure didn’t end there!

He took me down the escalator, into the shopping centre, walked down the path and straight into the ABC Shop. I swear this boy has a radar for these places.

So we bought Pat’s mail van, the Greendale Rocket (of course) and some figurines to complete the whole experience.
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But wait, there’s more.

Look who he spied……
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Can I tell you, Rainer’s never watched an episode of Sesame Street but he loves to play with Elmo when we’re visiting a friend’s house. He has NO IDEA where they belong in Television Land but they make him happy.

Which, yes, makes ME happy.
And they’re made by GUND, which is a bonus (worth the $$ I paid).

So there is your summary of the day that made the boy the happiest.
He was so content after his big shop, I was able to park him in a seat in a shoe store and try on quite a few pairs before deciding on these beauties.
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Hey!
Are you still here?
Well thanks for sticking to the end. I hope I write in a way that keeps you here and entertained and like you’re sitting right next to me, having a coffee and a chat.

Much love
xx Gi

Bad Mother = Good Artist

So my delightful son Rainer (who is severely Autistic and who manages to just hurt me enough so people don’t raise eyebrows LOL) took offense to my discipline methods yesterday (yes, it was yesterday – Wednesday). His regular afternoon support worker couldn’t work yesterday, so it was just me and him for a couple of hours until delightful son #1 came home.

Anyways, I said “No” one too many times, he threw a nice chunky train at the back of my head, and well, it kind of went downhill from there. Yes, it did hurt like a mother, yes, he did know exactly what he was doing, yes, he did expect me to chase him. No I didn’t throw it back at him, no, I didn’t chase him. In the end, I turned his computer off and he summarily sent me to the Studio for being the Bad Mother.

Oh dear!!!! What horror!!!! THE STUDIO!!!!!!!

Luckily, I could see him watching TV through my beautiful lead-light studio doors, while I considered what I should do during my Internment.

And there it was before me…..
Notes on some new classes for later in the year and basic sketches for a new exhibition in November. So I considered it for a while…..

  • what if he wanted me to come out just as I began?
  • what if he cracked it if it looked like I was having too much fun?
  • what if I got too involved in the process and didn’t notice that he either set a toy on fire (again) or ran out of the house and down the road (again)?

I decided that those 3 questions could all be answered with “So?” and if he did do any of those things I knew exactly how to deal with it because he’s been doing it for nearly 11 years….and for once I gave myself a pat on the back for being an incredible mother and for once I seriously deserved some “ME” time.

So in about 90 minutes, I did this…..

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I’ve been thinking about Motherhood. The “Daughter I Never Had”, has been appearing in dreams recently. She is gorgeous, her name is Nicola (derived from my maternal grandmother’s maiden name), she is so intelligent and sweet and sassy – and she loves her brothers and they love her back. So I need to get this out of my system. I need to paint images of me carrying her with me everywhere, doing everything and being all that I haven’t done.

Right…enough soppy stuff!!!
Have a super creative week my lovelies!!

xx Giovanna