Dear Nanna R. As I cleaned our home this past week there were so many little reminders of you. My fun fruit bowl and other ornaments you made for me in ceramics needed dusting, I found cards with your writing on it and this photo just popped up in my Google Drive while I was doing some work. I don’t wish you had lived longer as your life was full and your body was worn out. We miss you and shed little tears of love when we talk about you. You really were a great Nanna x
I have a new hero. Her name is Molly and she is a GC9 from Cairns.
Her Straw No More campaign is admirable to say the least.
We humans are not looking after our home. We are not keeping it tidy and it has to stop.
It kind of reminds me of BC7 when I yell at him for not picking up after himself. He usually responds with some excuse like “I’m just a kid”. He is. A kid who needs me to keep nagging him to look after his world. I don’t care how old or young we are, we need to look after our planet.
I challenge everyone to think about the amount of rubbish we create. How can we reduce waste? My latest home campaign is a war on cling wrap. Leftovers are stored in containers with lids.
I take my shopping buggy to the farmers market and have to continually say “no thank you, I don’t need a bag, I’ll put it straight in here”.
Supermarkets in Victoria will be plastic bag free later this year. They did it years ago and consumers kept buying bags instead of bringing their own until the supermarkets caved and brought them back.
Get organised, be conscious of your actions and the big dirty footprint you are leaving on our Earth.
Get yourself a reusable coffee cup. Put it back in your car after you wash it.
I put the straws we inevitably end up with through takeaway drinks through the dishwasher and re-use them at home.
Refuse the plastic cutlery. Re-use the takeaway containers and then recycle them.
Oh, I could go on for days about this.
Be kind to yourself. Be kind to others. Be kind to our planet.
Remember a time when the family you were born into basically spelled out your occupation?
Of course not, that thinking is a thing of the past.
Surnames explained to the community who you were. The heritage of the name Smith was a metal worker. Representing our family was a thing. This could cause some to under or over achieve, but it also helped embed respect into our culture.
When I consider our influence on our kids I think that as long as we are kind and try to be decent humans then we are doing all right.
Our family members influence the activities we do, the sport we play, which teams to love and hate. They shape our expectations. Mum went to Uni, so I’ll go to uni. Mum sat on her arse all day drinking coffee and eating Doritos, then that’s what I’ll do. Our family members worked in a theatre, a CEO, a shop assistant, owned a business, was a crook and a thief…the list goes on.
Do we teach our kids to cheat? Do we teach them to be fair winners and losers? Do we teach them to swear? (I think I am excelling at this one by the way). To drink? To party? To play sport? To be gamers? To be good at school?
We were taught that cheating is unacceptable. Always play fair. Lose with grace and congratulate your opponent and cheer them on.
Being different is what shapes the world. And different is a good thing. But if different makes you an arsehole, then please don’t be different.
I saw a wonderful visual on Facebook last week about the core of all religions. I wish I could find it again to share with you. They all want us to be nice to one another and ourselves. Pretty simple. Shame those religions forget those core principles and continue to fight with each other, but hey, when humanity clues on that we all want the same thing they may stop the wars.
This week we have seen Australia very ashamed of our cricketers. What un uproar this is causing on social media. No Aussies like a bloody cheat. Or do they? Where did they learn it? What made them do it?
This week I have also seen a pic of a mate who was bashed by youths. He is in hospital. I just don’t understand what the actual fuck makes these people inclined to do such a thing. Rest up and get well soon my friend.
Bottom line is we learn a lot from our family. It might be a family recipe. How to grow a garden. Clean the house. It could be how to change a tire (I was blessed to drive dad’s old ute when I got my licence. I could go nowhere before I checked the oil and water, cos that old girl leaked like Mater out of the Cars movies). We may be influenced as to which corrupt political party to preference in our votes. I hope we are teaching our kids financial literacy, digital literacy and how to live and learn in a world where changes happen in the blink of an eye.
I dread to think that our children have to see such shitty behaviour in our world.
Stay kind my friends xx