Natty notes on Nay's life!


Family. Friends. Everyone in between. What words define these to you? What do they mean to me? I started writing this post a few days earlier, but struggled to get across what I wanted you to see. After spending Easter Sunday lunch with my “family’s” family, I’m glad I can now make it clearer for you all to agree or disagree 😉 Confused?? Let me see…..
(Haha I rhyme, aren’t I clever? – so says me!!)

My “family” are made up of not just my immediate and extended biological family members, but also very special close friends that have become a part of the fabric of my life. To some people, family only defines those that they are related to by blood. Others call close friends “family”, people who are not kin but are often closer in relationship to them. One friend of mine calls mates he has known a long time his “brothers” and their Mum is his mum too. He also maintains contact with his biological mother who he still calls Mum but hasn’t always been the closest to. Another friend calls her Dad and step-mother her “parents” and her half-brother her “brother”. She will also refer to her mother as “my mum”, but has not had a relationship with the woman who gave birth to her for a very long time. My “family” – my Mum, my Dad, my children, my husband, nieces, nephews, one brother but not really the other – mean the WORLD to me and I like to show it. The members of my other “family” are near the top of my list and I deeply cherish the importance of them in my life just as if they are biologically related.

So, like I said, I spent Easter Sunday eating a delicious roast beef with my “family’s” family. Made up of close friends (a couple who are more than ten years older than me); a close friend (their daughter) and her partner (who are more than 10 years younger than me) and their parents and/or grandparents depending on the angle from which you see. Through mutual interests, similar life experiences and common mis-understandings, I’ve formed magical and wonderful relationships with two generations of the same family and an affectionate and endearing affiliation with the oldest generation. I can rely on these people through both good times and in bad, often much more than I can some of my own family clan.

I have another close friend that is greatly involved in my life and me too in hers. I have gotten to know and bond with both her and her little one more so than have some of her near family. I am delighting in this special friendship and treat her young daughter like one of my kin, especially as I do not have a relationship with and am yet to meet, one of my own family members. I have another close friend that I have known for nearly two decades and while at times we may not be in touch often, yet other times speak regularly, we always carry each other in our hearts and in our minds and she and I will always be “family”.

So for me, “family” comes in many forms and in different degrees, just as friendship comes in all shapes and sizes and the ones in between. I have some friends that are definitely considered my “family”, some that are most certainly an acquaintance and those who fit somewhere in the middle. No matter whether I’m related by blood or by bond, I take this family business seriously!

When everything goes to hell, the people who stand by you without flinching–they are your family.”  
―     Jim Butcher,     Proven Guilty


A close friend’s young child took her first steps the other day and the proud mumma posted video of the exciting event on social media. The little darling is nearly 15 months now and has only just started to grow out of her “baby” phase. Mum was super excited as any mum should be and I too delighted in the news. It did however make me think back to when my two boys took their first steps…..

I don’t recall the first time they each decided to go from crawling to walking. I do remember that my eldest started at just 11 months of age and loved to get into places and hiding spots he couldn’t reach before. I do remember being excited like my friend, but also a little sad too. I remember feeling a sense of loss that my “baby” was growing UP too fast. He spent a large amount of time with his 5 month-older cousin and had to keep UP or miss out I guess. My 2nd born began walking at only 10 MONTHS old and I was really quite devastated as well as excited at the same time. I’d had a bit of trouble staying pregnant before he was born, so for him to then go and grow UP sooo fast was something I wasn’t prepared for!! I adored being a mum the second time around and being 7 years older and wiser than with the first, I relished the time I spent keeping our family happy and healthy. Son number 2 slept right through the night from 2 months on and hated sleeping in bed with mum and dad, therefore keeping us from getting into bad habits with him. This was one part of growing UP fast, I didn’t mind at all 😉 He continued to blossom and soon outgrew sipper cups and having afternoon naps.

Fast forward a few years and he has continued to be quite independent and determined to do things his own way.

The close friend and I took her bub and my youngest to an indoor play centre a few months ago. My son took the little darling into the toddlers area to play and helped her down the slide and played in the ball pit beside her. After bub was worn out, number 2 son went off to play in the big kids area. My friend was amazed as that was the first time she had really seen him be a “kid”. I was surprised at her reaction but then I’m used to number 2 son being so independent I didn’t really think about it. He always has been mature for his age, taking after his mother of course!! But I do miss the days when I could pick him up and fly him through the air like Superman or entertain him for hours with his building blocks and car garage. I miss the days before every 10 year old had an iPod, a handheld console and their own laptop….. I miss sweet, innocent cuddles and kisses that covered my face in slobber….. I miss bathtime routines, bedtime stories and laughing when my children blew bubbles or made funny noises….. Well, maybe I miss all of that? Maybe I only miss the good parts, the fun parts, the first steps, the giggles and the play? It isn’t really lost to me just yet, it just comes in different ways….. But they still do grow UP way too fast these days…..

“Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.” ― Dr. Seuss

Hello….. Welcome…..

Hello and welcome 🙂

This is my first-ever post on what is, my first-ever blog. I’ve been contemplating starting a blog for ages now and I finally “bit the bullet”. So here it is! Phew! This is a fairly steep learning curve I tell you, but I love learning something new.

As the title suggests, I’ll be writing natty notes on my nice, nonsensical, (nutty!) and noisy life. The life of Nay….. Naomi….. Wife; Mother; Student; Daughter; Friend; Acquaintance; Counsellor; Confidante – discussing love, loss, family, food, health, happiness, fun and frivolity. I’d love to share it all with you. Join me on my journey if you dare…..

Cheers, Nay xo