Wednesday, May 13, 2009

thanks, mum

Oh, I'm under the hammer.

Teething, grumpy crawler; authority-shy toddler with a naughty glint in her eye. Nappies, feeding, cleaning, negotiating, cuddling. Not enough hours in the day to blog.

But I couldn't let Mothers Day slip past without a little shout-out to my own Mum, who's just left after a ten-day visit housesitting nearby with Dad. I'm bereft without the company! And she really is great company.

So Mum has all the nescessary qualities, and some extra: she's sweet, generous, kind and sensitive. She's funny and interested in the world. She's a wonderful cook with a beautiful soul, great pins and endless energy for nanna- fun.

But most of all, she is a goofball. Let me tell you two of my favourite stories about her, just to illustrate.

1. The Sausage

While camping one year, Mum ended up at a long table full of people discussing race relations in Australia. One charming man at the other end was holding forth, basically advocating genocide of the Aboriginal population. Mum, shy in groups, got more and more worked up but couldn't get it together to argue back. Eventually, in a sudden burst, she fired a charred sausage at him. A nicely blackened bit got him in the eye and the conversation ended as dad led Mum away from the table.

2. The Standing Ovation.

One of Mum's oldest friends is a bush poet. After working for years on a script on the Eureka Stockade, she got the chance to stage a reading for a group of investors at a city theatre. The audience was full of hard-nosed business types, me, and Mum, who was bursting with pride and excitement. At the shows conclusion, everybody clapped politely, but Mum was out of step with the vibe of the crowd. She leapt to her feet, cheering wildly, and then tried to sit down again when she realised that nobody else was getting up. Unfortunately, the chair beneath her folded up in the meantime, so she landed on the floor. Can you picture it? Gymnastic leap in the air, with clapping, to full floor finish. Priceless.

3. The Big Night Out.

So, with no small thanks to Mum's show of support, Eureka! got made, and Mum and I went along to the Melbourne opening night, where we had a blast. Mingled with d-list soapie stars and Big Brother contestants, boogied-on-down with the bearded mayor of Bendigo at the after-party, and stopped off on the way home at a karaoke bar to perform 'Hopelessly Devoted To You'.

What a woman! Lucky, lucky me.



  1. Your Mum sounds ace. Seriously cool.

    I particularly love the sausage. Next time she should take aim with a t-bone.

  2. What a lovely nana and mama!!! very lucky indeed rachael!


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