The waiting place…

It’s May. Almost June. Winter is looming large. Those dreaded Wellington winds are blowing and the damn southerly is biting hard. The summer-time love affair I was enjoying with this city has soured. The house is off the market for the time being, and our move to Australia is feeling ever distant. The property market is still pretty dismal for sellers, so we are treading water, waiting for a change.

This weekend, my son and I were reading “Oh, the places you’ll go” by Dr. Seuss. In the story, he describes a most useless place, the waiting place, where people are just hanging about waiting for planes or trains or for their hair to grow. It was the most perfect description of our current state of idleness. Waiting, waiting, waiting. Waiting for the market to change; waiting for the winds to stop; waiting for the sun to shine; waiting for the house to sell… Oh, what a dismal old place this waiting place is!

20140527_110951I guess we all pass through the waiting place at different times in our lives. I have certainly been here before. It’s a very frustrating place to be, but I have also found that it’s a terrific incubator for ideas and determination. By the time our house sells, I will be so hungry to get to Australia. We’ll land in Brisbane and I will hit the ground running. After all this waiting around, I will be brimming with such drive and ambition that nothing will stop me!

For now though, I just need to tolerate these dormant moments, and keep reminding myself that this is just a temporary state. There’s nothing like a bit of Dr. Seuss philosophy to provide a little clarity.


Pass the Lava: Celebrating World Book Day 2014


Yesterday was World Book Day (thanks to Mummy Says for the reminder). It seems fitting then, that I spent a good chunk of the afternoon helping my son to write his very own book. For the past month, Mr4 has been absolutely obsessed with Peter Gossages’ story of the Battle of the Mountains. They have been reading it at Kindy, and he is captivated.

The story is based in Maori Mythology and describes a heated love triangle between three mountains. Pihanga was the much lusted after lady mountain and the two feuding fellows were Mount Taranaki and Mount Tongariro. I have lost count of how many times over the last month I have had to pretend to be Pihanga, while Mr4 and his toy Zebra battle it out for my affections. We have also spent hours crafting a Mount Taranaki out of a large box, making mountains out of ice cream sticks, painting mountains etc etc. You get the picture.

ImageRunning high with mountain fever yesterday afternoon, Mr4 asked me to make some pages into a book. I did as instructed and sat with him while he illustrated his own version of The Battle of the Mountains. Mr4’s interpretation had some interesting twists. My favourite deviation from the original story was when all the mountains sat in a circle together playing pass the lava in celebration of Taranakis’ birthday. Hilarious!

ImageI adore that my son is so immersed in the world of this book. It has sparked his imagination and extended his play in so many ways. Just one example of how books really can enrich our lives.

Is your child immersed in a book at the moment? Has there been a particular book that has captured your child’s imagination like Mr4 and his mountains?