About
‘Temporarily Grounded Mum’ is me, Lindsay, but it could also be many of you readers, the idea is for my blog to represent those of us, and you don’t have to be a mum like me, who may be feeling that life is currently somewhat static due to personal responsibilities, and for those of us who have lost someone close as a reminder that life will happen regardless but it’s how we choose to live it that counts. It's a place for us to come together and encourage each other to recognise that this feeling of being grounded is only temporary and in fact the things we crave; exotic holidays, last minute escapes, laying in bed till midday with no pressures to get up, meeting friends on a whim without it having to have been booked on the calendar months ahead due to busy schedules, that these will still happen one day, only right now we are busy, be it raising small humans, climbing a career ladder, or just working out who we are, so while we do this we have to learn to love the everyday, and when this happens you start to see the joy in the simplicity of life and with the acceptance that we are only ever as grounded as we choose to feel.
2018 marks ten years since I made a promise to my mum that until now I wasn't sure I'd ever honour, a promise I said to her the night she died, that I'd turn the emails and journals I sent while backpacking in my twenties into a book. Mum genuinely believed they were material for the next Lonely Planet edition, I on the other hand only ever saw them as ramblings of a rushed daughter making contact home as proof i hadn't been eaten by a Dingo. Re-reading through some of the journals I cringed at the youth that was me then, mostly these days I'm exhausted from lack of sleep and juggling my children's social lives, finding a social window for myself is often last on my to do list, I wonder, is this what reaching maturity means? In ten years I've been so busy living life that I've never stopped and looked back, believe me when I say as static as it feels at present I wouldn't change anything, and that along the way I've had a lot of adventures. One memory remains constant though, the night mum died, clear as day, and the promise I made that now I am ready to share with you all, only this time I'll remember mum along the way showing how her legacy lives on through me and her grandchildren, and make a note of the do's and don'ts ideally I'd like Isabel and Zack to take note of when they are ready to fly the nest.
If like me you've lost someone you care about you'll know that even ten years on it still happens, that unexpected lump in your throat appears and you can't quite get the words out without a tear falling too, I've learnt over time to embrace this, I'll always be sad that mum isn't here enjoying life with us, but I'm happy for every memory I have, the more I live life, and the more it changes, it brings with it reminders of mum and for this I'm greatful, she's never really gone in this way. Often when I meet people who innocently ask after my mum I still find that upon their realisation that she is gone (saying ‘dead’ seems a little frank doesn’t it) that I am met with that all embarrassed look and a quick change of subject. I don’t blame them, it’s awkward when you learn of a death, you feel like you’ve said something you shouldn’t have but I’d really like to end that stigma, yes they are gone but don’t be afraid to talk about them. If my blog awakens some memories you'd temporarily forgotten that make you reflect then I'd love it if you commented on my posts, together we can build a community that encourages each other to talk openly about our loved ones, to share our memories and to never feel alone with grief and life .
So that's me, and this blogs purpose in a nutshell, I hope I make you laugh a little, because as my mum once said; 'Laughter is the best medicine.' OK, she probably didn't say that, but she would have said; 'Go for it Linz, what have you got to lose.'
PS, I know this isn't a book, but when it ends, if it ends, I'll print it for the kids and give them a copy for their 18th birthday's, their Nana's legacy living on through them, a guide to being twenty and the ultimate reminder to me not to lose the plot when they they don't get in touch for a few days, to let them be.
2018 marks ten years since I made a promise to my mum that until now I wasn't sure I'd ever honour, a promise I said to her the night she died, that I'd turn the emails and journals I sent while backpacking in my twenties into a book. Mum genuinely believed they were material for the next Lonely Planet edition, I on the other hand only ever saw them as ramblings of a rushed daughter making contact home as proof i hadn't been eaten by a Dingo. Re-reading through some of the journals I cringed at the youth that was me then, mostly these days I'm exhausted from lack of sleep and juggling my children's social lives, finding a social window for myself is often last on my to do list, I wonder, is this what reaching maturity means? In ten years I've been so busy living life that I've never stopped and looked back, believe me when I say as static as it feels at present I wouldn't change anything, and that along the way I've had a lot of adventures. One memory remains constant though, the night mum died, clear as day, and the promise I made that now I am ready to share with you all, only this time I'll remember mum along the way showing how her legacy lives on through me and her grandchildren, and make a note of the do's and don'ts ideally I'd like Isabel and Zack to take note of when they are ready to fly the nest.
If like me you've lost someone you care about you'll know that even ten years on it still happens, that unexpected lump in your throat appears and you can't quite get the words out without a tear falling too, I've learnt over time to embrace this, I'll always be sad that mum isn't here enjoying life with us, but I'm happy for every memory I have, the more I live life, and the more it changes, it brings with it reminders of mum and for this I'm greatful, she's never really gone in this way. Often when I meet people who innocently ask after my mum I still find that upon their realisation that she is gone (saying ‘dead’ seems a little frank doesn’t it) that I am met with that all embarrassed look and a quick change of subject. I don’t blame them, it’s awkward when you learn of a death, you feel like you’ve said something you shouldn’t have but I’d really like to end that stigma, yes they are gone but don’t be afraid to talk about them. If my blog awakens some memories you'd temporarily forgotten that make you reflect then I'd love it if you commented on my posts, together we can build a community that encourages each other to talk openly about our loved ones, to share our memories and to never feel alone with grief and life .
So that's me, and this blogs purpose in a nutshell, I hope I make you laugh a little, because as my mum once said; 'Laughter is the best medicine.' OK, she probably didn't say that, but she would have said; 'Go for it Linz, what have you got to lose.'
PS, I know this isn't a book, but when it ends, if it ends, I'll print it for the kids and give them a copy for their 18th birthday's, their Nana's legacy living on through them, a guide to being twenty and the ultimate reminder to me not to lose the plot when they they don't get in touch for a few days, to let them be.
Here she is, my lovely mum.