Can you guys even believe that Charly is heading towards 5 years old?? Ok, I might be jumping ahead, but time seems to be on fast forward this year… So it isn’t too much of a stretch for me to imagine blinking and finding ourselves in February 2019. Living in the future is somewhat necessary right now as we face applying for schools for Grade R in 2020. Can anybody say overwhelm? But, again, I am jumping ahead… We are long overdue a Charly Roses update and there is so much to tell about our ninja ballerina gymnast! [Read more…]
Is there ever a time where you don’t feel like you just fail as a mom? For me, it started right from the beginning and I get a fresh rush of it every other day. I doubt myself as a person, as a mother, constantly. And then, the other day, after a little “all fall down” on Instagram and Facebook, I had you awesome mamas reminding me that I was not alone… It made me stop, and think about WHY I felt that way. It isn’t because what I am doing is wrong or dangerous for my child or anybody elses, it is simply because I know that there are a million people out there that believe that their way is the ONLY way. I still feel like I fail on the regular, today included, but I remind myself that how I am raising my girl is not the wrong way or the right way, it is just MY way. So I have my little meltdown and then I shake it off. So here are some of the things I do MY way… and why I don’t care if you think I am wrong.
The first thing I kept thinking after reading the blog post about the mom who did everything right only to have a perfect day that ended in a shattered world, was that I had no words. Those words kept repeating, “I have no words”. I wished with every ounce of my being that I could un-read it. And then I found I definitely DID have words. So many words I needed to get out of my head as fast as possible. I tried venting a bit about it. I tried talking it out with some of the people who are special to me. I feel raw from the words this mom had to write. [Read more…]
With 2015 officially firmly in the rearview mirror, and 2016 already 6 days in; I thought I should do a little roundup of where we were and where we are heading. My focus for 2016 is on growth in all areas, but first let’s have a look at all that 2015 had to offer and give it the send off it deserves.
And so it has arrived, the final Surrounded by Supermommies story. Thank you all for following these amazing journeys with me and opening your hearts to these incredibly special mommies. I hope you will continue to share their stories with your family and friends, and across social media in case you have the gift of reaching somebody facing the same challenges and feeling completely alone in it. I will do a final roundup piece so you can find all of the stories in one place in the next few weeks. But for now it is time to shift our focus to our very special 10th Supermommy, Laurianne.
I’ve been reading a lot lately about the fear we have for our children, particularly those of us living in South Africa, although not exclusively. I don’t know if I have been seeing these posts more because of my own anxiety or if there has just been an increase in our levels of awareness of all the things happening around us.
I’ve briefly touched on my anxiety when being apart from Charly in the past. I haven’t really mentioned my general anxiety over taking her (or venturing myself) into new and unknown situations. But yes, that’s a thing. I would rather be home than anywhere else.
What a day! As you can see, I never reached my goal of posting my 100th post today. I am a little disappointed at that, but it is a special post for me, looking back at my journey so far as a mommy and a blogger; and I want it to get all the love it deserves.
Last Friday another child intentionally hurt my baby girl for the first time; and a part of my heart just shattered as her face went from confusion to shock to pain and then crumpled as she fell back crying. I get an aching throb in my chest and my throat closes even remembering it and I want to wrap myself around her and never let her go. I started writing this post the evening it happened, but I kept crying. It’s taken me over a week to be able to finish it.