This post is just here to help me keep these images because the kids and the colours look amazing in them. Plus, how grown up do some of these make my girls look?
And just like that, the series is coming to a close. But obviously, the last episode has to include my own story. I wouldn’t know how to introduce myself without tooting my own horn – which is something I know I can do quite well if you give me the platform.
But in a nutshell I am a Zimbabwean coloured girl that moved to Cape Town when I was 18 to study and fell in love with the city and most importantly the man I fondly call my team mate – Timothy. Our journey spans over 20 years together but if I take him out of the story there’s a kaliedescope of life lessons, massive cat fights and insecurities that I never knew lay under the surface of my extroverted, seemingly secure, exterior.Continue reading “Magical Chaos : Episode 5 ~ Fun Finale”
I don’t know about you, but I am really enjoying this series and part of me kind of wishes I could ‘binge read’ it…. Right? But, good things come to those who patiently scroll and ingest in stages.
If you’ve ever met me in real life, I have probably got into your bubble and asked a really personal question and got to know you quite quickly – do I remember your name? uhm, I can try to do it, but I have to talk to you longer than 4 minutes to really get it squared away in my mental files. The mom that I’m about to swing the doors open on today was at an event that I went to and she turned out to be a fantastic companion beside me, about 2 years ago (yoh! I can’t believe how time has flown) – and her name stuck because she is such a peaceful soul.Continue reading “Magical Chaos : Episode 2 ~ Too Soon?”
This is it! I’m finally getting what’s been in my heart out onto a page for all of you to read and journey with me…… or should I say us?…… through.
I remember when I was a new parent, even a newlywed, having all of these incredible women around me that I could look up to and ask questions and tap into for the knowledge I needed for those very precious new moments in my life. Those women have always been there, even to this day and I value their experience and their advice, input and example. They have helped shape my thinking as a wife, mom and woman.Continue reading “Magical Chaos – spinning through the Chrysalis of Adolescence with our Daughters’”
I’ve taken the last few months to really focus in and be quite harsh on myself. I’ve been finding myself being quite all over the place with everything and not being productive with the children as well as with my own time and skills. Since January – I made sure that they had some serious routine structures in place. What’s amazing – is that now that we’re in lockdown and not able to go anywhere, the children are still thriving and not being spun out by the removal of certain extra-mural activities. Continue reading “Routine + Boundaries = Sanity”
It’s Tuesday already and I’m literally at the same place I always get to when it comes to this blog. A LOT has happened in the last few days and I often wish there was a big brother camera just following us and documenting my every thought so that I could just upload it to the blog, without having to come back three days later and wonder what actually happened and why I’m writing stuff down.
There are so many things that I’ve learned in the last two days that I’m rather just going to focus in on the highlight. As I mentioned in the one post over the weekend – our girls went on their first camp together. To add a little more drama to the whole thing – as it was mentioned – our oldest kind of injured herself at gymnastics to a point that she needed crutches. Yes, dramatic I know.
What was hilarious about the whole debacle was that as it happened – the first emotional, teary whisper to me (as her mother) after I asked how she’s feeling, was……
“I’m not going to be able to go on camp”…….. COME ON?!! (I was saying in my head). This could have been a lot worse than it actually was and you’re worried about not going on camp?
I must admit that it is in these moments, when she seems to over react and show what she is concerned about – that I realise she’s caught between being a little kid and now developing into a little adult. Her emotional and rational thinking are all over the place and what she sees as important isn’t necessarily what an adult would see as “the end of the world”. (said with the back of my hand on my forehead and slightly fainting)
I have had to pull myself back, not get frustrated with her and just try and bring it down to her level to process for herself. I was an irrational teenager once and so the language hasn’t changed – so therefore I try to speak into her world to help her through the adolescent “worlds end”. Needless to say – she was fine and she went on the camp.
But what I’m wanting to put down here is, that this was a fantastic opportunity for her to exercise her own responsibility over her own body without me nagging at her to be careful. I spoke to her teachers and explained the situation and that she wouldn’t be able to participate in everything in order to protect the injury. They were on board and asked if they would have to enforce it (resting the leg) on her or would she be able to manage it on her own.
I confidently said – she can manage it, she’s a big girl. Plus, she knows what’s at stake if she messes with the leg. Honestly, when I was saying this – on the inside I was wanting to pull the teacher aside and say, “no – she doesn’t have the self control, I don’t think she’ll be wise and you know what? actually just wrap her in cotton wool and let her do absolutely nothing for the weekend.” (now who’s being dramatic, right?)
But words are powerful and showing your kids you have faith in them to do the right thing, I believe – makes more of an impact than anything else. I can say this because the weekend is over and the incredible feedback I got afterwards was awesome.
She wisely approached every activity and even if she couldn’t do it – she made a way to positively share in the experience without a bad attitude. When I heard this and also after talking to her about the camp afterwards – I really was and am proud of her. She truly rested her leg and yet had so much fun.
This was a highlight for me because it was a theory I tested and it worked for this situation. I’m saying it this way because I honestly don’t know what the future holds and I can only pray that there will be many more situations where my children decide for themselves that they are going to take a situation and make the better choice.
Today is the day that our oldest daughter turns 11. You know how people say you forget the pain of birth and all that jazz? Well, they’re wrong. I remember it like it was yesterday. I wrote out her birth story last year and it was a massive hit! Why? I honestly don’t know? Anyway, this year I’m going to write down a few things that I’ve learned from my 11 year old in the last 11 years.
So it’s been a few weeks of running around and burying myself in getting our routine right again. Let’s just say that it’s not going well, but we are afloat and at least I know my kids are learning something every day. Anyway, let’s get to my title……… yes, this happened…… my 10 year literally served me metaphorical medicine and made me drink a massive lesson. Continue reading “My 10 year old just told me off……..”