Mothers Day

A year is an incredibly short thing - or so I’ve realised lately.

It seems that time comes and goes by so fast the older we get; and with it the time we get to see our mums.

I was on a roadtrip with a friend recently, and someway up into the Tasmanian midlands we were talking about our mums. And the “ah-huh” moment where you suddenly realise you’ll only ever have less time to spend with them than what you’ve had so far. And by extension, everybody that you know, and love, and cherish, and that fill your life in all of those ways that you find it hard to verbalise when someone asks you what matters to you.

It could be an incredibly sad moment, and I suppose for a lot of us it is. We get distracted by life and take some of those relationships for granted. Until the ah-huh.

Then the choice comes - how to spend the rest of the time you’ve got left. Anyway.. all that’s got me thinking a lot about my mum, and her mum, and spirit and love and the community we choose to build around ourselves. I’ve been tending to my work on honeycomb mountain a lot lately. It’s work of solitude. Dip dip dipping a few hundred pieces a day gives you a lot of time to think.

My grandma wasn’t around to see me dream of kenyak - or to watch me realise it; and be continuously challenged and overjoyed by it. But I’d like to think she would approve. Even if she never let me in the kitchen to bake with her.

And so I’ve decided that in memory of her, from today until Mother’s Day, $5 from every chocolate box sold will be going to the Australian Motor Neurone Disease foundation.

Buy a box, go hug your mum. Maybe even share the chocolates with her?

You’ll thank me one day.