Elly Grey

Why should I hold on?  Because I still believe.  And why should I let go?  Because they do. 

 Always with my heart on my sleeve.  When I talk about things, I get tears in my eyes.  My whole life, I've been called 'too sensitive'.  But I'd rather feel everything than feel nothing.  I'd rather look at the world with love.

 It's been a tough 7 months for my mother after Dad's passing. I don't think there's never been a time where I have talked about Dad and she looked at his photo on the wall and cried. And yet, she picked up her broken heart and went on day by day.  My mother is the epitome of strength to me. From the stories Dad would tell us of her being his young bride stepping into a life in England, he told us how he built her confidence to interact with society and she bloomed. I'm in awe of that. To move to Australia with me, a baby less than one year old, navigate building a new life, and going onto having three more children, looking after our schooling and well-being, running her own business for 25 years, still managing a beautiful, warm, welcoming home. Always smiling, accommodating, cooking... cooking more, cooking anyone's favourite food when she knew they were coming over, packing food for Pakistani students (the students remember this gesture forever), having an ...

 The greatest thing I have become in this short life, is a Mother. It has taught me to adore, to love completely, to guide, to teach, to nurture, to comfort, to give, to be there, to be firm, to be open, to encourage. I'm honoured to be the mother of my boys and I'm glad I was chosen to be their Mum. 

I can't draw nor can I paint.  But I can colour.  So when my skies are grey, And my path is dark. I throw colours into the wind, To light my path. 

 Just keep colouring Kid. Use those colours. Colours bring joy to our otherwise mundane worlds. 

And sometimes we turn those pages We finish those chapters And we put down the book.  #notalovestoryanymore