Dreams for my Daughter…

From the second my daughter was born, I felt an intense need to dream for her. When she would keep me awake at all hours as an infant, I’d rock her to sleep for the umpteenth time and think to myself: “Maybe I’m rocking the future president, or the next Eve Ensler”. Those notions of the future would motivate me, through those vomit-filled and sleepless nights.

As she’s grown up, all too quickly, those dreams and ideas have changed. But, there are a few things I will always want for her, and I hope she will lead a life rich in texture. Every parent wishes only the very best for their babies, but the truth is that life sometimes gives us the best perspectives, by giving us some of the worst times. It is most often through rocky times, that we find the truest joys of life.

I want you to fight with me. Yes, I do mean slamming of doors and yelling. Not when you’re a teenager though – let it be when we disagree over what you’re going to study once you’ve finished school. I want you to learn to stand up for yourself, and be willing to fight for it, at any turn. Your life dreams will change as you grow up – that’s okay. I want you to know those dreams, and have to defend them at some point. Even to me.

I want you to have your heart broken, once. Only once, and may it be because of something that will – in three years time, be inconsequential. May whoever does it be remorseful for a long time (don’t worry, I’ll help them be haha!). And may you get over it, so that you can learn how resilient your spirit is.

I want you to mess up, so that you know that it’s okay. Nothing illegal, or life-threatening, please. Just a total screw-up that leads you to come running home, cry on my shoulder and ask me to help you to fix it. I promise you this – I will, to the best of my ability.

I want you to fail a test, once. Just so that you know how it feels to fail. Failure is not the end of the world – it is a way to learn. Just don’t fail a grade or your final mathematics examination, please. I failed a science test in Standard Four (that’s your Grade Six). If I close my eyes, I can still see the test paper. It sticks with me, not because I failed, but because I knew I could’ve done better if I’d just studied for it (I didn’t). That failure taught me that I needed to want to try, even if I hated doing something.

I want you to desire something so dearly, and have to work really hard to get it. Let it be a pair of shoes, or a shiny car. Heck, let it be a trip to Paris that you save for. On that note, if you do go to Paris, bring me back some hideous memento, because I will treasure it just like I do every Mother’s Day card you make me.

I want you to lose a friend over something. I don’t want either of you to get hurt, but I want you to lose a friend, at some point, because it’ll teach you about the value of true friends. Let that friend be transitory, and not someone who has known you since you were born. Trust me, the people who knew you when you were still pooping your pants, are the ones you will come home to in your thirties.

But, mostly, I want you to live with the magic of childhood for longer than you should. I know that seems silly, and it’ll seem so ridiculous to you at nineteen that I let you do it. We’ve lost the Easter Bunny now to reality, but please can we hold on to Santa for just a little bit longer? Please be the last kid in your class to let go of that little sparkle of mystery. You’ll thank me for this, one day.

By Cath Jenkin on

Be Courageous!

Came across this quote today which sums it up to the T…

“Courage doesn’t always roar. Sometimes courage is the little voice at the end of the day that says I’ll try again tomorrow.” – Radmacher

It’s pretty damn awesome right?! RIGHT!

This morning I was thinking about my Meh… post and I actually wanted to kick myself for feeling like that … yes, it happens but gosh you could swear I had lost a limb or something even worse … it was just a little bump in the road. A lot of people slither back into a dark corner when they are struck with disappointment but it’s the person that is battered and bruised from the day but still gets up the next morning just to try all over again … that is courage!

Courage is facing Goliath – YOUR Goliath! No matter how many stones have been thrown your way. Everyone faces a different Goliath, but the fact that you are brave and bold enough to stand up means you have courage.

Let the stones, bumps and bruises come … you just tend to your wounds, shake it off and get right back out there.

Have courage in everything you do today!



Be The Change…

“Be the change you want to see in the world” – Gandhi

One of the most humble and most terrifying quotes I have ever come across. I have always loved the quote – it has a way of creeping into you and making you feel a little braver, makes you look up and take notice of the rainbows but then your eyes drift and you are back to everyday. But yet I have also found it a tad intimidating in the sense that you feel you have to be some kind of Noble Peace winner to make any kind of difference – it makes you feel so small against the world. But your place in the world is bigger and more influential than you think.

But what one doesn’t realise is that you don’t have to be quitting your job, selling all your possessions and travelling the world on a whim – not at all, all you need to do is change your immediate surroundings – you don’t need to be parading on a street, rambling a message on sign board and you most certainly do not have to be a glimmer-in-the-eye celebrity – you just need to change you first.

I have tried to live a better and healthier lifestyle and without forcing things down everyone’s throats {maybe a little sound advice here and there} I have done it for me and have slowly started noticing how it is making a difference to the people who I spend most of my time with – the ladies in the office. I hardly ever see takeaways being bought, the water cooler seems to be seeing more than one glass filled throughout the day and just a general feel good vibe happening and it makes me SO happy!

And with it being winter, this is the saddest time of the year for me because I am ALWAYS thinking of the people who do not have anything warm to wear or to eat and so many people always want to do something, anything, but either they feel their actions will be insignificant or won’t make a difference … they are SO wrong, it WILL make a difference – it will a make a difference to the person that was on the receiving end of that gesture. You don’t need to start a movement or be apart of a charity or yet again, have lots of money … it takes something that we all have and are capable of … heart and compassion.

I am going to ask my friends and family to each donate a blanket, a jersey, a jacket, old boots and anything warm and to drop it off at a shelter closest to them, or even give it to someone who they see sleeping on the street, put something in the trolley at the entrance of the shop that is collecting, ask your company to have a collection box and be the first to put something in it… just something that will start the change – it really isn’t as scary as you think! Promise!

I hope that you can change someone’s life – even if for just a moment

All it takes is for ONE person to start.


Before I was a Mom …

So with Phoenix being a defiant and treacherous 3-year-old and pretty much sawing away at the last bit of dental floss that is keeping from falling into a complete and utter meltdown, I found this earlier and it made me tear up a little bit … it made me realise that she is only 3 and she is going to test my patience and put me into survival mode on more than one occasion and that I do need to just take a step back and remember that under that folded arm, eye rolling, ‘I dont have to say please and thank you’ demon child my little Monkey Girl is there … somewhere … faraway … very faraway sometimes, but there nonetheless…

Before I was a Mom …
I made and ate hot meals,
I had unstained clothing.
I had quiet conversations on the phone.
Before I was a Mom …
I slept as late as I wanted and never
worried about how late I got into bed.
I brushed my hair and my teeth everyday.

Before I was a Mom …
I cleaned my house each day.
I never tripped over toys
or forgot words to lullabies.

Before I was a Mom …
I didn’t worry whether my plants were poisonous.
I never thought about immunizations.

Before I was a Mom …
I had never been pooped on,
Spit up on,
chewed on,
Peed on,
Or pinched by tiny fingers.

Before I was a Mom …
I had complete control of myself,
My thoughts,
My body,
And my mind.
I slept all night.

Before I was a Mom …
I never held down a screaming child so that
doctors could do tests or give shots.
I never looked into teary eyes and cried.
I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.
I never sat up late hours at night
watching a baby sleep.

Before I was a Mom …
I never held a sleeping baby just because
I didn’t want to put it down.
I never felt my heart-break into a million pieces
when I couldn’t stop the hurt.
I never knew that something so small
could affect my life so much.
I never knew that I could love someone so much.
I never knew I would love being a Mom.

Before I was a Mom …
I didn’t know the feeling of having
my heart outside my body.
I didn’t know how special it could feel
to feed a hungry baby.
I didn’t know that bond between a
Mother and her child.

Before I was a Mom …
I had never gotten up in the middle of the night
every ten minutes to make sure all was okay.
I had never known the warmth,
The joy,
The love,
The heartache,
The wonderfulment,
Or the satisfaction of being a Mom.

I didn’t know I was capable of feeling
so much before I was a Mom.

~ Author Unknown ~


Myself as a Parent…

With Phoenix’s birthday around the corner I am starting to realise that I am more nervous about this age than I was when she turned 1 … it’s the whole ‘where the hell has the time gone’ thing, or better put ‘when you have kids, only then will you realise how precious time is.’

I have been reflecting a little on how I have been doing as a parent and heaven knows I am not the Mother Of The Year but I think I deserve a medal of some sort – even a thumb sucked noddy badge will do and I think that most mom’s will agree.

What got me thinking about this again is that I had a little stand-off with Phoenix last night and my mother’s words and tone came out of my mouth … it made me shudder and giggle at the same time. Phoenix has a VERY bad habit of whining for stuff or on the flip side having a very demanding tone “I. WANT. A. YOGURT. NOW” so I constantly have to remind her that she needs to ask nicely for stuff so while we are getting ready for bath she demands a yogurt so I say {with my mother’s words} “Two things Phoenix. Firstly, you need to ask nicely for stuff and secondly the answer is no.” and I carry on doing what I was doing leaving her standing there terribly confused at what just happened and then says … ‘I sad’ – now before you sigh from the cuteness let me tell you where that little Trump card comes from…

In my house I am the disciplinarian where Justin is the one that is wrapped so tightly around that little finger. I am the one that won’t give into the millions of reasons why she doesn’t have to go to bed, from ‘I need water’, ‘I need to wee’ , to ‘I want to say goodnight to the fish’ but the other night that wall was smashed down with the biggest, saddest blue eyes … she was giving us a hard time at bed time and after a lot of back and forth and fighting about not watching TV, the last time she stood by the door and when I walked up to her she looked up at me and says ‘I sad’ … *crumble* Three guesses as to who got their way and watched some TV with mommy… since that night every time she doesn’t get her way she gives me those Puss In Boot eyes and quietly says ‘I sad.’ This little lady sure knows how to play her cards.

She not only testing me as a parent but as a human being and she is doing a damn fine job and although I am still waiting for someone to burst through the door and say ‘GOT YA!’ because even after {almost} 3 years I still haven’t wrapped my head around the fact that I am  someone’s mom and as much as it keeps me on my toes I am DAMN privileged to be a parent, especially hers!

I might not be the ‘soccer mom’ but I think I am doing a fairly good job, I love her, I set the right boundaries, I have rules, I will not tolerate bad manners, I kiss all the ‘owies’ better and after all is said and done, Phoenix is a beautiful, blonde, blue-eyed little human with the softest heart, sweetest cuddles, a smile that will stop you in your tracks and a sharp sense of humor who came into this world 3 years ago and set my whole world alight!


A {SPRING} In Your Step…

Me thinks that Mrs Winter needs a serious kick up the ass! I don’t know about you but she has certainly over stayed her welcome!

8 more sleeps! 8 MORE SLEEPS!!

Last year I saw a post on See Jane Blog who did the post for Easter but thought it would be super cute for Spring … {actually, it could be used for any special day} and swore that I would not forget it and that I would do it for myself … oh wait, did I just say that … I mean for Phoenix … yes… for Phoenix *innocent cough*

1. Buy some ‘magic’ jelly beans

Image from See Jane Blog

2. Plant the magic beans the night before Spring {or any other special occasion}

Image from See Jane Blog

3. Wake up and see how the ‘magic’ blossomed! *CUTE*

Image from See Jane Blog

I found a few other cute idea’s that could add that extra springness…

These are cute for your friends, work colleagues or your children’s friends at school…

Image from Skip To My Lou

or… how awesomely cute is this idea to put in the garden…

Image from Rhythm of the Home

So chin up everyone … Spring is on her way!