I remember being a new parent – when we got pregnant for the first time and honestly, I thought I had it all worked out. Read the books, apply the techniques and all should be well. Right? Don’t sit there and pretend like you haven’t thought that at least once – parent or not – we’ve all been through that phase of “I could do that, what’s the big deal? It can’t be that hard”
Honestly, with our first little human – I thought I had it waxed. The kid did well with the techniques we applied and we’ve enjoyed every bit of the journey. Why am I writing this part first, you may ask – well after having that sense of “we’ve got this” all of these years, laying the foundations and relationship building blocks there after – I am now at a place of “what the heck?”
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 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.
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.
Over the last few days, I’ve just had the awesome opportunity to interact with various age groups of young people. Not in major ways, but in simple little things like driving them from A to B and just having them pass through our home and observing them at various events and chatting. Continue reading “2 things I need to be – to my teenager”→
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?”→
Before I get into this post – I want you to understand one thing. The TV/Netflix show I’m about to reference is extremely graphic and disturbing to a point of insomnia for some, visual imprints for others and disgusting to the point of nausea. So, if you are sensitive to anything of this nature (e.g. S,V,L,P +16 movies) I would recommend finding the book and reading it and not watching the series Continue reading “My response as a parent to 13 reasons why”→