Monday 19th March 2018

What Is Kindness? #LifeThisWeek 4/52. 2018.7.

What Is Kindness? #LifeThisWeek 4/52. 2018.7.

I wrote about kindness in January last year and I have to say, seeing the word above where I write via my computer reminded me many times over to BE KIND…both to others and myself. I did not know then of course, that the pain in my mouth would be diagnosed in May at cancer and that my life as I knew it till that time was O.V.E.R. Yet, I also did not know back in January and through until that awful day in May 2017 how much my life would be impacted by:

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From the news I shared on-line and via friends and family I was the humble recipient of so much kindness! It blew me away. I wondered why and that was my own inner voice of inadequacy and lack of worthiness ruling my thoughts then. When I let that voice retreat to the back of my mind I was calmer and then more understanding of how many people wanted to, and did, express their kindness towards me.

That kindness came in many forms: phone calls, texts, private messages, comments on my blog and FB pages, letters, gifts, flowers and visitors. Why did it take me some time to absorb this?

I guess, like most, I am more comfortable with GIVING kindness than RECEIVING it.

It became something I needed to learn, and quickly too, as if I was to continue to take part in my cancer treatments, mostly surgeries, I would need to be a FRIEND to MYSELF and speak both GENTLY and KINDLY to me.

Self-c0mpassion and adjusting my self-talk has become a lesson I have learned, and am still learning in my life as I move into this year’s cancer surgery and more.

Recently I asked this question on Facebook “what is kindness?” and received a great list of responses. Each person’s initial is next to their response. I was blown away with the readiness of people to do this and that each answer had a varient of sorts.

It’s a mixture of generosity and consideration, wrapped in friendliness and delivered with an open heart. A.W.A.

The selfless elevation of the needs of others above your own, an extension of empathy, generosity and care. B.K.

Thoughtfulness, unselfishness, empathy. A.S.

It’s not wanting anything in return. K.L.

Listening without needing to have or provide the answers. Empathy without necessarily intellectually understanding. J.W. 

Thinking of others and how you can make them smile. S.C.

Performing an act of selfless generosity, anonymously. M.W.

Kindness is doing something to brighten someone else’s day – unasked and without expectation of reciprocation. It’s about thinking of what you can do for others, rather than what others can do for you. R.B.

Tolerance, respect, generosity. A.O’B.

Helping others in time of need. K.M.

Kindness to me is noticing. B.M.

Kindness is the gift of someone’s time. It’s being listened to, cared about or just simply being made feel of importance. It’s about being ‘seen’. It’s a selfless act with no expectation of anything in return. M.G. 

A friendly, open person who treats others with respect, consideration & empathy. P.D. 

Kindness is strength. It’s often mistaken for weakness, but it is far from that. True kindness has boundaries, AND compassion. A.H. 

In short supply. L.Mcl.

My image and words:


I went to find quotes from others too. It would seem kindness is not only very important but necessary today as always. I will finish with the words from these people too. I trust that you have found the topic of KINDNESS as interesting and as universal as I have!


No act of kindness, however small, is ever wasted. ~ Aesop

Kind words can be short and easy to speak but their echoes are truly endless. ~ Mother Teresa

No kind action ever stops with itself. One kind action leads to another. Good example is followed. A single act of kindness throws out roots in all directions, and the roots spring up and make new trees. The greatest work that kindness does to others is that it makes them kind themselves.

~ Amelia Earhart

What wisdom can you find that is greater than kindness?

~ Jean Jacques Rousseau

This is my simple religion. There is no need for temples; no need for complicated philosophy. Our own brain, our own heart is our temple; the philosophy is kindness.
~ Dalai Lama

I am only one; but still I am one. I cannot do everything, but still I can do something. I will not refuse to do the something I can do. ~ Helen Keller

When words are both true and kind, they can change the world. ~ Buddha


My image and words:

What will you do today to be kind?

How has someone’s kindness affected you?

Tell us more in the comments!


Joining with Alicia here for her Open Slather link up.

Join in here today for #LifeThisWeek 4/52.

You can link up something old or new, just come on in. * Please add just ONE post each week! * Feel free to go with the prompt for the week to add your ‘take’ on the prompt. Or not. * Please do stay to comment on my post as I always reply and it’s a bloggy thing to do! * Check out what others are up to by leaving a comment because we all love our comments, right! * Add a link back to this blog in your post somewhere. I don’t have a ‘button’ so a link in text is fine! *Posts deemed by me, the owner of the blog and the link-up, to be unsuitable for my audience will be deleted without notice. * THANK you for linking up today!

Next Week is the FIRST ‘PHOTO PROMPT’: 5/52. SHARE YOUR SNAPS  29/1/18.


Best Birthday Ever. #LifeThisWeek 46/52. 2017.127.

Best Birthday Ever. #LifeThisWeek 46/52. 2017.127.

I chose this prompt in one of the ways I select prompts…via the calendar.

This coming Thursday, 30 November is my 68th birthday. I look at those numbers….and remember how ‘concerned’ I was about turning:




and look what’s ahead…all things staying well. This:


So I shall re-group. Ahem. I am very grateful to have been born and that I continue to have birthdays, memorable or not. Because that is the way of life these days. Some great memories of birthdays is how I am interpreting this prompt. But there was ONE birthday which stands out: When I turned ONE. My dad tells me that the best and worst year of his life was 1950. I was born in late 1949. He was sent by his company (alone) to do work and training in Melbourne while Mum and I (young baby) stayed in our Wollongong home. Mum had great next door neighbours for love and support but it was not the same as having Dad home. He made a vow to be home for my first birthday and to never travel away like that again. And he kept his word. In fact he left that company and joined a new one…and he did travel again but never for as long a time as that first year of my life. I wrote about this here last year. I wish I had more photos to share of birthdays but it turns out, like many of us, I was the photographer at family events…and as contrary as it may seem, I may not have wanted my birthday to be a great celebration with me at the centre…but if I was forgotten then I was upset. But I do recall a few of the more memorable birthdays and here they are:

  • turning 4. A family and friends from the neighbourhood party.
  • my 16th. Mum and Dad organised some of my friends to surprise me at home and that was fun. My present from them was the LP Album of The Sound of Music.
  • my 21st. I have written about THAT extravaganza that went for days here.
  • my 30th was a bit of fun as we had a young child not yet 1 and a daughter who was 8 and teacher friends with a similar age gap between their kids so we had a celebration at Maccas. I know, cool! It was 1979!!
  • my 50th was interesting! I was in my first year as principal at RPS and unbelievably one of my executive team shared exactly the same birthDATE. She and I had a double celebration with a cake each from the staff.
  • in 2015 I went back to see the family for my birthday and caught up with my Dad and brother here.
  • last year I was determined not to focus on how sad I was away from our family (our second year of living on the coast) so I made myself ‘dress well’ and my husband and I celebrated afternoon tea (with cupcakes I made!) when he got home from Lifeline work.

My 66th Birthday.

My 67th Birthday.

My mouth is still very sore from recent surgery (eating is a challenge anyway since the first surgery) that my birthday treat this coming Thursday will be a coffee and cupcake shared with my husband for morning tea.

Do you find birthdays (your own) somewhat less than wonderful yet you celebrate those of others?

No? Just me then.

Yes? Do share!

Denyse. Joining with blogging friends who also have Monday Link Ups: Alicia here for Open Slather and Kell here for Mummy Mondays. You can link up something old or new, just come on in. * Please add just ONE post each week! * Feel free to go with the prompt for the week to add your ‘take’ on the prompt. Or not. * Please do stay to comment on my post as I always reply and it’s a bloggy thing to do! * Check out what others are up to by leaving a comment because we all love our comments, right! * Add a link back to this blog in your post somewhere. I don’t have a ‘button’ so a link in text is fine! *Posts deemed by me, the owner of the blog and the link-up, to be unsuitable for my audience will be deleted without notice. * THANK you for linking up today!

Next Week: My View From Here…. it’s a busy time of year, so make this a visual prompt with few words! Practising for next year’s Share Your Snaps!


About November 2017. 2017.126.

About November 2017. 2017.126.

Some of my activities in November 2017 in words and pics. A snapshot I guess!

It’s about sharing the dignity which is now an Australia-wide program helping women who have been made suddenly homeless or who are already in a refuge. Women of all ages. I collected some items from here and then bought a lot more and added them to a practical carry-on type bag in good condition.

As I wrote last week here, I made a change to become more interested in my personal appearance and to have some photos taken each day to mark what I have worn. I was quite reluctant initially because I thought “too old” and “no-one is interested” but then I said to myself “YOU are doing this for you!” And once I adopted that stance, I have really begun to enjoy it…and, here’s the thing I am buying new clothes. Well, ones on special as much as possible and the variety in my wardrobe now means I have clothes which fit this much smaller body and look good too.

Realising that art continues to play a part in my healing AND it is a great mindful activity I have been filling both an A4 blank book and an A3 blank book with patterns, mandalas and words. Sometimes in paint, other times in markers and also in black pen. I often listen to music and I have decided it’s close enough to Christmas to get out those CDs and join in! I love singing Christmas songs and I so miss doing it with the kids at school and my grandkids in the car. But nothing is going to stop me doing it for me either!

I love my grandchildren. I miss them very much but I also accept their lives are now caught up with University, work, school and pre-school. We used to mind some of our grandchildren every week at our house and it was such a pleasure to have this experience in our lives. Because I am mindful of privacy for them and their parents I do not have any photos on my Facebook or Instagram unless the older grandchildren have agreed. So, recently I wanted to show just how proud I am of them…and let this second photo into a post. In the background is display with a photograph of the 8 grandchildren as wee babies. One is about to turn 21 and the youngest is under 3. Being Grandma is the BEST! And of course, my husband loves being Papa and when the grandchildren come to visit us here it is a joy.

I admit I wanted to share a photo of me taken almost a year ago with my darling husband ….because I have teeth!! OK..I probably also had cancer starting in the gums but I wasn’t to know that for another 5 months. I like this loving photo of us taken by a granddaughter.

Proud Grandparents of 8. Six girls and two boys. This pic is almost a year old. Sigh. I have teeth.

The little house in the background with the pics and I wear my Uberkate circles proudly with the largest having each grandchild’s initials and the year of their birth on the back.

Back to my happy place is back to the beach. In the last week it finally became warm enough for me to contemplate going for my first beach walk of the season. As I knew I was going to Chris O’Brien Lifehouse for my second surgery last Wednesday, I chose the Tuesday afternoon to walk along the sand and take in the sights, the smells and the sounds. Bliss! I also went on Sunday and the water was even warmer. Love my beach walks and I am beginning to use my fitbit again but not obsessing about it or letting it give me reminders to move! That is TOO bossy!

This post is being published on Tuesday 21 November and I will have already been back to Sydney on Monday 20 November to see my surgeon, the Prof, for a post-op check up. I intended to blog about last Wednesday for this post but realised it would be better to wait until I hear more about what is next and how things went. In terms of recovery on the day I went very well and Emily Hawker confirmed I can say I am a ‘good recoverer’ because that is a word! Recoverer! Love it.

Surprise Arrival at Our House the Day After My Surgery!

It was lovely to receive the flowers above last Thursday after my surgery. Sent by a wonderful friend I am yet to meet. I have lots of friends ‘in the computer’ as people say. I am so very fortunate that I do as they make my day many a time in our on-line and blogging conversations!

Last but oh so not least:

There is one very special blogging friend who has the Thursday link up I add to each week and she has been an amazing supporter of my blog too. This is Leanne from Deep Fried Fruit. On Thursday of this week her step-daughter who is far too young to have anything wrong with her…but she does…is having major surgery this week. I send all my healing wishes to her and am thinking of her family, including a little girl, her daughter.


How has your November 2017 been so far?

Anything special happening?

Tell me more in the comments!


Joining Kylie for I Blog on Tuesdays here and Leanne for Lovin’ Life Linky here on Thursday.


Letter to 20 year old Me. #LifeThisWeek. 40/52. 2017.115.

Letter to 20 year old Me. #LifeThisWeek. 40/52. 2017.115.

Prefacing my letter with this photograph. My eldest granddaughter is the age I am writing about. In fact she will be 21 before year’s end as I was too around this time of year. Thanks J for the inspiration and the LOVE you share with me and many. In fact, by co-incidence, J has posted her Sunday night vid on You Tube about her at 20! Neither of us knew what the other was up to. Love this.


Dear Denyse,

I remember you being 20 so well. It was the last year of teachers’ college. You were acing the pracs at the schools you were sent to and in fact those schools were great but you had something else on your mind. You were ready to flee Sydney weren’t you as your boyfriend of almost 3 years was going to a regional area for his first job after graduating Uni?  No longer a Northern Beaches girl like your friends from school, you were about to go BUSH…in fact to Barraba NSW that January 1970 but wait. There is a little more to remember before you became loaded with class teaching responsibilities and being ‘dropped’ by the long-term boyfriend….and not being sure of what was ahead after that.

Graduation as a teacher aged 20. End of 1969.

Social life aged 20. Uni balls were the best!

Teacher’s College mates and yes, pigtails on me.

So, in 1970 you had some highs and lows. However, you also had one of the best times socially as in the country back then teachers tended to group together and have dinners and parties and it was good. On October 17 1970 something VERY important to you then and now happened. You met the man who would become your life’s partner. He was a young 21 year old in his 3rd year of teaching in a small school beyond the mountains where you were teaching. But once the love grew and GREW, you no longer wanted to be apart. In fact, after becoming engaged just before your 21st birthday something else grew. A wee baby was on her way – we did not know that yet – and even though that was a surprise, we both knew…we are together for life!!

Wedding Day 1971. Dad, Mum, Bro, Gran, B & Me, Poppy, Papa

It was not an ideal beginning to our marriage but you know what, Miss 20, you chose well as did your B. Despite some criticism from your parents, in particular your mother, you shone. Marriage is a hard road and you learned that early. B was and is always a great life partner and you know what? In all the ups and downs, health scares, financial matters, relationship changes with our kids, welcoming grandkids into our lives, having to retire early, and more, we have shown that OUR decision to be together for the rest of our lives was the BEST. Coming up to 47 years since we met this very week!!

So, a little bit of what was ahead for you in some snapshots. Gosh look at you. You have always been self-conscious of your weight. Do you remember in teachers’ college PE class you rated yourself fat? I know, a bit of something wrong there. I think though, that you also thought you were NOT a fashion plate like your Mum and that you actually enjoyed learning and education whereas your mum was the true home-maker mum who never worked once she had kids. Your dad supported you there but both parents often made you feel a little less than OK by veiled and actual comments about your weight. Yep. Always there and even now, as you have been diagnosed with cancer and lost a lot of weight I can tell that you ‘worry’ about putting it back on. Many women, in case you did not know, have similar battles in their hearts and minds, so take comfort and be kind. As your B would say “treat yourself like a friend”. I didn’t know how to do that properly until I was 67 so sorry, Miss 20 and beyond, you have had a rather torrid time with self-talk.

Let’s go with the show!

I would love to add some photos of our children, Miss 20,  but for privacy reasons I cannot.  We had two children in the end. Ironically after falling pregnant with our daughter it took another 7.5 years for our son to come along. I had a lot of medical and then surgical intervention for that to occur. I would add too, that as a young mother about to turn 30 you had another significant challenge in life occur when the severe and chronic illness of your B meant he was medically retired from teaching. The next 4 years, until he steered himself towards better health and recovery, were exhausting and busy to say the least. In fact, your parents stepped in to help out in  ways which supported  you so you are grateful for those times even though it is still hard to let the ‘judgy’ times heal and let go. But this time saw you embark upon more self-education and career path moves and you completed two degrees, B.Ed and M.Ed, along with raising two kids (by now B was at home helping majorly both in a physical sense as he managed the house and started a tutoring business) and going for a 3 work promotions where you eventually became a school principal.

Then came retirement for you. I know. In this day and age retirement is nothing like you saw for your dad. In fact, you retired a few times. Once in 2003 after having a health breakdown at work and not being allowed by your doctor to return, second when you had gone to a teaching role in 2004 and then by age 60 in 2010 had decided enough was enough…and thirdly in 2015 when you surrendered your part-time roles at University teaching pre-service students, closed your business as an education consultant and ceased working for NSW  BOSTES.

I know that at 20 I would have had no idea of what a blog might be or of course social media. But what I did know, into my late 50s is that I am an early adopter. I like technologies that work for me and do not need too much technical prowess from me. I also know that at 20 I loved photography but not nearly as much as I do now.

So, this next and current life stage Miss 20, is getting a little bit easier but also a little bit scarier as I approach 70. OK, not for 2 more years but hey, it happens. Life. And of course, death. You’ve experienced the deaths of 4 of the people who loved you from the photo at your wedding. Dad remains well and in fact praises you now. Yes. He has written you some healing letters and often shows his appreciation for you as his daughter and is proud of you. He tells you that! So, remember it. And in terms of new life…Miss 20 GD above might have been first, but since then you have become Grandma (Miss 20, I love that name!) to 8 children. 6 girls and 2 boys.

Of course, no-one ever wants to get sick, Miss 20 do they? You have always been fearful of that. The past few years saw your anxiety levels skyrocket as you made 3 major life transitions and your well-known IBS decided to return. It all helped you lose weight but that was not the point. Then, knowing your teeth were always trouble some you had gum problems. These were found to be cancer and you had major surgery. I am delighted to say it is highly likely the cancer has gone. But you will continue to need check ups just as you need more surgeries soon.

It is hard to decide where to end this letter so for now, it will be open-ended. I am hopeful that my recollections can soothe my 67 year old self as I recount some of the stand-outs told to my 20 year old self…and that you remember you are LOVED by many so it’s time to add you to that list too.

All my love,

Denyse xx

Joining with Alicia here for Open Slather and here with Kell for Mummy Mondays.

Thank you for joining this week’s link up here:

You can link up something old or new, just come on in. * Please add just ONE post each week! * Feel free to go with the prompt for the week to add your ‘take’ on the prompt. Or not. * Please do stay to comment on my post as I always reply and it’s a bloggy thing to do! * Check out what others are up to by leaving a comment because we all love our comments, right! * Add a link back to this blog in your post somewhere. I don’t have a ‘button’ so a link in text is fine! *Posts deemed by me, the owner of the blog and the link-up, to be unsuitable for my audience will be deleted without notice. * THANK you for linking up today!


Love.#LifeThisWeek 7/52. 2017.25.

Love.#LifeThisWeek 7/52. 2017.25.

I selected this prompt LOVE because of the date being close to Valentine’s Day. 14th February.

Then I have wondered ‘what is love?’ And I got many answers but in the end I have decided to take a varied approach to this prompt and instead of making only a declaration of LOVE to my husband (of course I love him) I would also post some memes and quotes I LOVE.

Valentine’s Day.

On occasion I have given my hub (and kids) cards. I have also made crafty things with classes and grandkids but my belief is that love needs to be appreciated and shown each day. I did some research though, about Valentine’s Day if you want to know more.

The rose is red, the violet’s blue,
The honey’s sweet, and so are you.
Thou art my love and I am thine;
I drew thee to my Valentine:
The lot was cast and then I drew,
And Fortune said it shou’d be you

The modern cliché Valentine’s Day poem can be found in the collection of English nursery rhymes Gammer Gurton’s Garland (1784):


I associate these with love as do many people. I liked these images. I tend to see hearts in nature and make a heart shape when I am doodling in art. Neither are my images, sadly.


I’ve been struggling with aspects of this and I am certain I am not alone. I researched some quotes and liked these ones as I saw them apply to me. By the way, self-love for me is about self-acceptance…no matter what is ‘wrong’ or not going well, so this is my learning journey!!

Love of and for  My Husband.

We talked about this earlier as I was preparing to write. I fell in love with him, and vice versa, over 46 years ago. Love HAS kept us together when many things went wrong. I have struggled to like aspects of him from time to time as he has with me, but we both agree that LOVE has never changed and it is WHY we are still (and will be until parted by death) in LOVE. This poem from many a wedding we have attended is wonderful. It was not part of our ceremony but the essence of it was.


I wish you LOVE….today and always…thank you for reading this blog, commenting and linking up too!



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Grandmothering. 366/129.

Grandmothering. 366/129.

It’s Mother’s Day today.

If you celebrate, then Happy Mother’s Day!

I’m honouring the role of grandmother today.

I love being a grandmother and it is truly a blessing to be loved by your grandchildren and to share their lives at the various stages. But today is not about me as a grandmother.

I had two grandmothers.

One, on my mum’s side, Nanny, was a hard working woman who had the responsibility of not only raising her own 3 children but two of her brother when his wife sadly died in childbirth with number 3. I remember Nanny as strict and I was never spoiled. She left that to my Papa, her husband. She was never happy but I also understand why due to her workload at home with 3 boys and 2 girls. Recently I have started researching family history and know she was one of 13 who grew up in a farming family on the NSW South Coast and Southern Highlands. I remember her being very unwell for 2 years before her early death of a stroke at 62 in 1958.

One of the few photos of Nanny - in the 1940s.

One of the few photos of Nanny – in the 1940s.

The second grandmother, Gran, was my father’s mother. She was distant and certainly not particularly affectionate but I recall her letting me have a 3d ice-cream from the local shop once! Gran had a great start to life born into an English almost middle class family sharing her parents with one sibling. The war of 1914-18 brought her love, and to Australia as a war bride, then her life changed over a decade to being parent of 4 children in a tough economic time in Australia. Her husband, my grandfather, survived the first world war but was fatally injured in a workplace accident in 1935. She never got over the loss and it clouded all of her relationships it seemed. Gran lived into her 80s dying in 1985.

I'm in Dad's arms at my christening in 1950, Gran is on the left of the photo and her mum, my great grandmother is on the right.

I’m in Dad’s arms at my christening in 1950, Gran is on the left of the photo and her mum, my great grandmother is on the right.

I watched my mum as a grandmother and I know she struck a pretty good balance as both a ‘spoiler’ and a ‘loving carer’. I had my first daughter at 21 and I know Mum got a lot of joy helping out with her when we came to Sydney and even had her stay as a bub for a week once. I was always grateful for how my mum helped me out…but the icing on the cake was that she got to do so much for her grandkids. Mum and Dad often had our kids stay and took them on holidays.

A few years ago, blogging friend and writer, Kelly Exeter was writing ‘manifestos’ and I offered my help towards this one. The one for Grandmothers. I did feel it was pretty pertinent to me. I haven’t shown any of my grandchildren’s photos here on the blog due to privacy reasons but I know that they love and as I do them.

Today, Mother’s Day I also reflect on what it is to hear a little voice say “Grandma….love you”.


Love you too….JR, SM, BJ, EC, HM, RK, EK, MN.

Tell me about your grandmother!


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Why I Am A Teacher. 366/40.

Why I Am A Teacher. 366/40.

  • Each of us has been taught by a trained teacher if we attended a school.
  • Some teachers give us memories of learning we take into our everyday lives. Other teachers may inspire us to ‘go for whatever our dreams are’.
  • Not all teachers are like that, of course, and there may be the one or two we actually don’t want to think back on at all…..however, the majority of teachers can tell you why they are teachers….and why they remain teachers!
  • Even though I am retired from paid work, teaching is part of me. I am a teacher at heart.
  • I understand that the role has changed, and I have been in schools as a classroom teacher in the times of big changes.
  • I’ve led a number of school communities through change in the education systems, the ways in which we must document outcomes and more.
  • Never think for one minute I do not know of the load of work teachers carry and the responsibilities they shoulder to ensure all of the children have the best education outcomes possible.
  • Yet I need to share that the majority of teachers are here for the long haul unless there are underlying matters affecting them. That is another story told in other places. Not here. Today.

I am a teacher because I was born to be one. There I said it.

From My Bookshelf.

From My Bookshelf.

In 2014 when I was a tutor in a University I presented pre-service Masters of Teaching(Primary) students with these stories from teachers. With the permission of those people, I am sharing these with my blog’s readers and the wider community.

Teacher:- J.

I was very fortunate to have wonderful teachers as a primary and high school student. These people taught me that a passion for a subject and for learning is highly contagious. They knew how to engage kids, to allow them to ask questions and feel that their opinion was valued. I guess they became role models for me and I couldn’t wait to become a teacher.Sometimes I feel like the reasons I became a teacher change but lately when I’ve considered this and what I find myself telling people is that just as my family and friends do, teaching feeds my soul! Doing a relieving executive role, I have had to spend time away from my class and I find I really miss the action of a classroom.I love that is changes everyday, that it challenges me, that I get to play a big part in childrens’ lives and that I’m in the privileged position to see them grow and learn before my eyes.There are many parts of teaching that are hard work and demanding so it has to be the ‘coal face’ stuff that keeps you in the job.

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Assistant Principal:- A.

I came to teaching after ditching an unsatisfying former career. Mum said I wanted to be a teacher at age 4. I loved school myself and wanted to be able to help kids, particularly disadvantaged ones, to be able to “not just achieve” as it’s easy for some kids but go beyond what they’re capable of achieving. I am a ‘different’ sort of teacher as I feel many of the things schools and teachers do actually disengage kids. I want kids to have a voice in the direction of their learning.

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Early Childhood Teacher:- N.

I think teaching is a calling. That being said, I became one for a few reasons, some more virtuous than others! I was madly in love with a boy who was in his final year of his teaching degree when I applied. He broke my heart, but the degree stuck! I love learning new things, exploring ideas, thinking, creating, and for me, that’s what being an educator is – giving children a love of learning. I remain a teacher for similar reasons. To be part of the ‘village’ that raises a child – basing my practice now on the UN rights of the child, I’ve evolved as an educator over the years, and that love of learning keeps me inspired and in the classroom.



First Year Teacher:- K.

I have had the opportunity to ‘try out’ a few different jobs, and an entirely different career. Whilst finding success and enjoyment within these jobs I never felt as though they were a perfect fit for me.It was during a holiday that I took the time out to really focus on what I wanted from a job and I found where parts of my work included teaching or training others I was at my happiest.I enjoyed being with children, that my ‘silly’ side was a way that helped me build relationships with them & I decided that I needed to have a role that included nurturing and teaching children and ‘showing them the world’ through education. On my journey to become a teacher, and as a parent, I have seen the profound impact of ‘great’ teachers on children and this has inspired me further to try to find out how to be a ‘great’ teacher. I am a beginning teacher, but I imagine that I will want to remain a teacher because I hope to make a difference. That I continue to see the amazing impact a teacher can have on a child’s wellbeing and education. I hope that I will remain a teacher because I will continue to feel the intrinsic rewards in helping children to find success and be happy being themselves.

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Teacher now Educational Leader:-J.

I wanted to be a teacher from the age of 6. My sister had just become a teacher & I used to want to help her mark papers!!! Mum used to have to distract me! Then when I was 9, my brother became a teacher & I always did everything my brother did!!! However, my sister was a high school English teacher & my brother primary and I was maths. They are both principals now and I have become a leader of schools with DET. I stayed teaching for lots of reasons. Loved it, great satisfaction from making a difference to the students. Sometimes that was academically and sometimes wellbeing.I am often overwhelmed by the need some students have & if I can contribute to improving that in some small way I always will.



Thank you for reading this far…I hope you did! I also hope you found this post one which has ensured that the education of Australia’s children is safe in the hands of a range of teachers like these.


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Colour Me Positive Week 3. 366/23.

Colour Me Positive Week 3. 366/23.

As I’ve written before, I am taking part in a year long art journalling challenge. This is from Week 3 where the prompt was about “living life now” and also to add, where we wanted to, some music lyrics. As today is our 45th Wedding Anniversary it is all the more appropriate to post what I made commemorating our first meeting and our first dance all those years ago. Below is my description on the Facebook page for Colour Me Positive.

3/52. Live LIFE. Using our upcoming 45th wedding anniversary (23.1.16) and love of & for music as being part of our lives…since “he walked up to me and asked if I wanted to dance…2 kids and 8 grandkids and careers, houses, ill-health, and more..we are still dancing! Created in my A4 journal on prepped page – frame painted earlier. Added my lettering in 0.8 micron pen, stripes are in Neocolour 11 (wet with waterbrush) for bright effect & added ’45 cut musical notes’. 45 hearts in gellyrolls. LIVE LIFE alright!! Happy Art Journalling everyone!


Happy weekend to you all and especially to the lovely bloggers and linkers from the Ultimate Rabbit Hole found over here.


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