So we’re back and we get to move ahead with therapy. For those of you that are new, I previously posted about finding out about our daughter’s foot development. So this is the first official update. Yay! She doesn’t have any fusion of the bones on the ankle and so this means we get to enjoy the short version of therapy. (Which I’m so glad for) Those that know our princess – she has walked around bare foot since she was a little itty bitty princess. Having her wear shoes all the time is going to be a challenge for sure. But this is obviously a sacrifice for the greater good of her physical development.
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.
Before I introduce the first mom that has taken the time to share her story, I want to give a little back story about her and how I came to get to know her so that you guys can feel like you’re part of our friendship.
I remember attending a wedding in 2006 (I think) and there was this bottle blond bombshell of a young lady sitting at the back of the church while the rehearsal was happening. My hubby was playing at the wedding and as it turned out, the bride is a mutual friend of ours. She was (then) the bestmans’ girlfriend.
The one thing that stood out about her was her mellow confidence. She has a gentle beauty that obviously caught the eye of her then boyfriend and now husband.
Throughout the coming years we had occasional interactions – nothing major – but I remember we were at said mutual friend’s house for a birthday party and my oldest was attending and my second princess was a little person. This mom had just had her first princess and was in that “fog” that we all go through – ‘bone tired and just making it through the day’ stage. We compared notes and had fantastic heart to heart mommy conversations – now this was the interaction that I think describes her to a T – transparent, real and nothing hidden, in the best way possible.
I don’t know about you – but I love learning from a person like that.
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.
I’m sitting in front of my machine and my eyes are droopy and trying to wake up and my mind is swimming with information that needs to be processed. I still haven’t nailed this routine thing this year! And I am so annoyed with myself. Continue reading “I really need to reset!”→
Ok, I’m probably going to be like, majorly nostalgic in this one. This week builds up to the day I turn 35. Plus I’ve had one of those weekends of rehashing memories and just facing my “younger” self, all over again. Birthday’s do this to me, I honestly don’t know why. This whole process might explain why I don’t really like to make a big deal about them for myself. It’s weird, since I’m an extrovert. Continue reading “Don’t you wish you could just go back?”→
Growing up is something I longed to do from the age of about 3 or 4 until I was about 18/19 – maybe stretch it to about 22. But there comes a time when being a grown up isn’t as much fun as I thought it would be. I remember playing house, arranging fake furniture in my “play play” house that I had made with one layer of bricks, that even had a passage with bedrooms and stuff. Guys, I was hard core – there were even doors (that were just openings) and you couldn’t just walk over the bricks, I had to go through the doors of my architectural drawing type house. Continue reading “I don’t want to “adult” today!”→