A few weeks ago I wrote about my relationship with my oldest daughter, and it’s amazing how many moms reached out and shared their stories with their “older” kids. One thing I have heard from all of them is that – they will always be your kids, no matter how old they become. Plus, there’s definitely a natural pull to doing things their way and better than you.
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.
This parenting journey is constantly filled with this blessed word we use – Change. “An act or process through which something becomes different”
Being my own human self, I am in this constant state – becoming different in so many ways. But today I don’t want to talk about myself – I want to highlight ONE of the constant barrages of changes happening in our little family.
I wrote about it a few months, if not a few years ago – about how our three children seem to hit a wave of change all at the same time but in different stages.
Iraina turned 8 and I feel like smacking myself across the head because I didn’t even make any effort to document her celebration. Guys! This is when I often feel the most “mommy guilt” when it comes to this beautiful child of ours. She is absolutely amazing and yet, because of when her birthday falls – it has often become our “just get it over and done with” part of the year. Continue reading “Iraina’s Arts and Craft Party”→
Today our beautiful Iraina turns 8! Ok, give me a sec – I just have to pull myself together as I realise that my second born is 8 whole years old!! what is happening? Time is flying way too fast. Anyway, as promised a few months ago on Aislyn’s birthday – I am going to take the time to type out my daughter’s birth story. It’s drama free and not as long as Aislyn’s but it’s an absolute miracle how it all unfolded. It’s the kind of birth story that sounds a little too easy. Enjoy reading as I walk down memory lane and celebrate our beautiful Iraina. Continue reading “Happy 8th Birthday – Iraina’s birth story”→
Being “the wife” has so many perspectives that it’ll probably take a book to give an account of every kind and the reason would be – because every marriage is unique and every woman is approaching their relationship differently. With that said, I’m going to shed some light on an aspect of being “the wife” that you’ll either relate to, be indifferent to or think I’m completely insane to live like we do. “The wife” perspective in this post is the “ministry wife”. Continue reading “When He’s out late, a lot : being the “Ministry Wife””→