It was supposed to be "our year". It was far from it.
Twenty-Thirteen was the most challenging in our Bi-Polar adventure. So many lows, including 2 hospital visits and Brett actually going missing on me for 2 days.
I felt my clutch slowly slipping on more than one occasion and was ready to throw in the towel.
We had financial dramas (who doesn't), car problems (which are still not sorted - seems my car is not far off needing a $8000 transplant!), health problems (who knows what is going on with my shoulder!), devastating friendship ends, far too few adventures and a major issue with time. Seriously, where the heck did the year go? Not that I am complaining really. I am happy to see the back of 2013!
So as the year drew to a close, we decided to try and salvage the last moments to say goodbye. Cleanse our souls and welcome a fresh new start.
We had planned a quiet, watch the fireworks on TV, eat pizza kind of night, but when I woke on NYE my inner voice was telling me to make an effort.
So we packed up the Reasons and headed to the big city.
|You know your kids are growing up when they ditch the cheesy grin for a more smouldering look. |
Every. Single. Photo.
We arrived at Southbank and decided that the $30 in parking right under the parklands was going to be worth it. A short walk from our "campsite" to the car in the dark, with pram, esky, 7 camp chairs and other bits and pieces - oh and 5 children. We knew it was a good choice.
We found a good spot and decided to set up camp sooner rather than later as the crowd was already starting to assume their positions.
After quickly making friends with a couple of young couples beside us, and kindly asking them to watch our spot (which later we reciprocated), we headed off to explore.
But not before branding the Five with my phone number and giving them instructions as to what to do if they loose sight of us at any point.
We walked the streets of Southbank and I reminisced of the times I came here as a child. Unaffectionately recalling the reason I can not swim in public pools. Ear Infections. Every. Single. Time.
We ended up at the Museum. A place close to our hearts. It never gets old and the memories the Five already have of our visits astound me.
I took the time to marvel at the pace at which my children are growing. Hayden is already 4 foot 11 inches. Seriously.
Oh a side note: According to an online calculator - using his current weight and height, and the height of both parents - he is predicted to be 6foot at full height. Eek!
I took the time to watch the relationships my children have with one another and with us. This one specifically mades my heart sing.
After some time at the Museum we slowly made our way back to our "camp". The crowd had grown thicker and the hive of activity around us was buzzing.
We spent the next 3 hours just being. Watching. Boat watching, people watching, cloud watching, bird watching, and gradually light watching.
Brett ferried the Reasons back and forth from the playground just 20 meters behind us. The kids made many friends. I marvel at how easily they make friends. It's something that I will always be in awe about.
|I wish I had a book. But it was peaceful just sitting, watching the world go by. A happy goodbye to 2013.|
|Our awesome spot - right in front of the fireworks barge.|
As the sun started setting we assumed our positions. The worry of loosing a little Reason in the fast growing crowd was making me nervous. So we sat. Told stories. Shared lollies and played with our glow toys.
Finally it was time. Time to bid farewell.
As the crowd had their eyes on the fireworks, I couldn't take my eyes off my family.
Through the eyes of a child, they are the most magnificent, enchanting and spine-tingling display of magic.
As the fireworks finished, I hugged each of my children and whispered "Happy New Year Bug" into their ear.
We took a moment to let the crowd dissipate before packing up and heading home - surprisingly skipping traffic.
Even though the process of starting a new year has no tangible effect, the process in my mind creates a sense of relief. I reflect on the past year and realise that it wasn't what we had hoped for, but it is what it is. And I can only hope that 2014 will be so much more.