Three gorgeous children, under the age of 8, in a Brisbane suburban backyard on a sunny Monday morning. They embark on a serious lizard-hunting expedition. My heart swells with joy…. and aches with sorrow as I watch them.
A Great Nephew
The oldest boy is my great-nephew. He is my sister’s grandson, visiting from New Zealand with his parents for a lovely long weekend of family connection and to join our annual Christmas Carols extravaganza. I visited my sister in New Zealand in January 2025. At 79 years old, she was living at home with her husband, and while she seemed somewhat withdrawn and a little confused, life was much like it had been for many years. I had an underlying sense of disquiet and gently encouraged her to talk about death and dying with her children. By May, everything had changed, and we found ourselves revisiting New Zealand. This time, my sister was living in an aged care facility and did not know who I was. She was frail and unable to walk. She will never watch her grandson curiously adventuring in her backyard or hear his yelps of delight.
A Great Niece
The girl is my great niece. She lives in Brisbane and is the youngest granddaughter of my husband’s brother, who died in 2024, too young at 66. We’ve had the delight of looking after her for six Mondays in the lead-up to Christmas. Although she lives close by, we have previously spent more time with her older sisters, so we relished getting to know this smart and inquisitive girl who loves exploring our garden. I wish her Poppy could see her now, eyes bright with wonder.
A Grandson
The youngest boy is my grandson, with us regularly on Mondays. He is the link between the two older children who come from different branches of his family. They are second cousins to him but strangers to each other until now. His excitement is pure, his joy contagious as his second cousins join him on a lizard hunt. In their laughter, I hear the next generation weaving new threads of connection.
Ordinary days, extraordinary moments
An ordinary day, but not an ordinary moment. It’s a moment heavy with meaning—a snapshot of family history, love and loss. A moment that rewards every effort to show up for these children, and honours the trust their parents place in us. A moment that whispers: This is what matters.
I am so grateful to be here on this day with these three children and hold this memory close.
What was your 2025 Moment?
This was mine—a simple backyard adventure that became a treasured memory. Life gives us these quiet, extraordinary moments if we pause long enough to notice them.
I’d love to hear your magic moment for 2025. What was the moment that made you stop, breathe, and think, This is what matters? Share your moments in the comments below. Let’s celebrate the beauty of everyday life together.
