Tuesday, May 8, 2012

A Mother's Lament (And some other stuff)

Some amazing things happen to a woman when they have a child. You become filled with love and with fear. The love part is obvious - you want to care for and nurture this little creature. The fear is because there are so many dangers in the world and you'd give your life to protect your precious child. And you do - you teach them to stay away from the hot stove and not to run with scissors. You discourage them from jumping off the roof with their undies on the outside of their pyjamas because, unlike Superman, they do not have superpowers. As they get older there are other things you worry about - will they come home unscathed when you've let them take the car for the first time on their own? Will their heart ever mend when their first love breaks it?

I'll totally admit to being a worrier. Sometimes I think it's the writer in me - I can create a dangerous scenario out of thin air. But I think it's more because I'm a realist. I watch the news and read the paper and I know that bad stuff happens to anyone. And something bad happened to one of my sons the other night. 

He went to a club with his friends and bumped into the wrong person on the dance floor. Too much alcohol and too much testosterone. He ended up being assaulted by three men. He came home with a big cut over one eye, two black eyes and the hand that he'd broken last year was swollen. We took him up to the emergency room and the x-rays showed that it, thankfully, was okay. 

And just like that my son my son became a statistic. Alcohol-fuelled violence fills our emergency rooms every weekend. It stems from a culture of binge-drinking. My family was brought up without alcohol in the house. I never liked the taste of it so it was no big deal. Iven's family hardly drank either. And we as a couple have rarely had alcohol at home. And I'm not anti-alcohol. I'm against its abuse.

It will be a long time until I can see my son go out and not worry that he won't be hurt or that he won't be coming home. That is the lot of a Mother, I guess.


But my weekend wasn't all doom and gloom. Saturday wrapped up my biggest mileage week running since  some time in January. An 11.5k long run with only a 17m walk - I'll call that a success. Especially when you follow that up in the evening with a 10k walk to get a coffee. Yep, we take our coffee seriously over here. 34k for the week!!

And it was a big birthday weekend in Brisbane so we all know what that means - birthday cake! I had two birthdays to bake for - a friend's daughter and my great-niece who was turning one.

Annie, my great-niece had a purple and green theme. Choc-mint cupcakes

Toby enjoyed helping. He's worked out that the kitchen is the source of all things yummy.

 Cakes for Lisa's Daughter to share at school.

And Cakes for the party after school. 

And don't be jealous but I now own my perfect, pristine, piece of polished porcelain. Look Mum - no stains! I know I called dibs to be the first user BUT the plumber told me in no uncertain terms that it was not to be sat upon for 24hrs. Sure it could be used but I would only be first to do so if I could pee standing up. Everyone else in this household possesses that particular skill except me. Even Toby got to use it before I did - no, house-training is still not going so great.


  1. I swear, my imagination just exploded after I gave birth. I could sell scenarios my mind creates to movie companies.

    Toby is a darling, and helping you in the kitchen... what a sweetie.

  2. I'm glad your son will be okay! I can only imagine how much worrying you will do in the future!

    Those cupcakes are gorgeous!

  3. Scary. Glad your son is okay!

  4. I am the world's worst worrier so I get your fears. Glad your son was okay, but I know in your heart this isn't rested yet.

    The cupcakes are gorgeous, really love the little girls on top of them especially. I'm sure that's the one you sent me in the mail for my bday that never arrived. Yet. :)

  5. I worry all the time too, about my kids, even though I know it doesn't help to keep them safe. I'm sorry this happened to your son!

  6. Glad your son is ok as this could have been really bad. I've always avoided clubs and other hangouts because of this. I know I've been very anti-social my whole life but that is just how I always preferred it to be. Love the new throne!

  7. I am glad that your son is okay. It's pretty worrying that these things can happen so easily, especially when alcohol is involved :(
    The cakes are beautiful!!

  8. So sorry to hear about the incident w/your son. Very scary and thank heavens it wasn't worse.
    You are running beautifully--keep up the great work. The cakes are divine as usual.
    Enjoy the new throne!

  9. What a horrible experience for your son. I dread this sort of thing happening to my kids (or my husband!). I'm a natural born worrier, and if I could lock them indoors in cotton wool, I would. Glad he was ok.

  10. So sorry about the incident with your son! As the mom of two teenage boys, I feel like it just keeps getting scarier :(

    Glad to hear your running is progressing nicely. I still want to chat about it - if I can ever get this darn book finished! I feel like I'm always underwater.

    And I loooooooove the cupcakes - wish I could bake!

  11. How scary for your son! I'm already so scared of the teens, I can't even think about older than that! Glad his hand was ok.

    Your cupcakes are awesome!!!

  12. Toby looks sad that he didn't get a cupcake.

  13. WOW, WOW! you're cupcakes are so beautiful. and seriously that fondant skill! WOW!

    and I am so happy your BOY (yep, he deserves that title, you can tell him I said so) is ok. He'd better learn to control his level of intoxication ;) lol It took me a long time.

    I love Toby.....I just want to cuddle him and Logan even made his stuffed puppy "kiss" him ;)

    Nice porcelain ;)

  14. Jeepers, that's no good at all. Glad he is OK.
    Loving all those Toby pics!

  15. I am glad your son is ok. Difficult times today in this crazy world.
    But also in the past the situation was not different. I lost 2 teeth for a coward assault from over my shoulder while I was sit on my motor bike. I was too young (teen-ager) to understand what I had to do and my father too stupid to face the situation.
    Now I would take him and his parents on a penal and civil court and I would spend all my life claiming always more money because of the permanent offense.


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