My day began with a wake up call from Will, “Mumma!” He was standing at the baby security gate holding bear and his dummy (affectionately called Num-num). “Num-num, Bear. Num-num, Bear!” His unique way of saying he wants to jump into Mummy’s bed.
“Happy Australia Day my beautiful little Tacka!” I tell him as I lift him over my head and tackle him with plenty of giggles down onto the big bed. “What are we going to do today? Lets go and get you decked out.” I dress Will in Green and Gold in the hope to find some cheap and tacky Aussie merchandise at the shops so my little boy can be a walking patriotic mascot- at least for a day!
As it happens I left my run a little late. Yesterday we were both down for a day with a tummy bug and didn't venture off our respective sofas. Today I tried all the major outlets, children's stores and junk shops. Nothing. What I was faced with at every shop was hordes of shoppers decked from head to toe in Aussie Day merchandise. When I was young I used to think it was tacky. This year I beamed with pride.
Aussies are a unique bunch of people. We are hard when we need to be and soft enough to appreciate the small things. We have a collective sense of humour unlike any other. We have a spirit within us that enables us to stand with pride and say “She'll be right mate,” But accept help from our friends at the same time. I am so proud of our country today. I am so proud to be Australian and when I look down at my little boy and his big grin I am proud to be raising my own little Aussie.