The girl I never knew I needed. Happy 18th birthday Queen Victoria. 

Dear friends and other interesting creatures,  

As far as I was concerned, I was about to welcome baby Elijah into the world and like his brothers, he was going to love football #YNWA, riding scooters and generally misbehaving with ample corner time!

The most precious little chicken ever born our Victoria is. 

On your 18th birthday I’d like to share a few thoughts with you. 

  • Live a life where you can face yourself at 3am. 
  • Accept your flaws without punishing yourself. 
  • Commit to challenging yourself to live your best life. Add a hashtag if you must. 
  • Trust your own sense of inner peace, it usually delivers. 
  • Love abundantly. 
  • Forgive. Grudges are heavy to carry. 
  • Believe people when they show you who they are. 
  • Be independent. Regardless of the details of your life.
  • Define your own path. Do not accept anyone else’s version of how you should live your life. 
  • It is okay not to know the answer. 
  • Embrace vulnerability. To be vulnerable is to be alive. 
  • Read. Sing. Dance. Laugh. Never point. 
  • Do nice things for others for no reason. 
  • Keep your brothers close. 
  • Phone your parents. 
  • Believe. 
  • You are everything, and then some. 

I love you more than all the beachsand in all the world. Happy, happy birthday Tori. 

I wish you enough 

Momma

A Daughter is just a little girl who grows up to be your best FRIEND.

The first time ever I saw your face.

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My darling chicken little,

I miss you tremendously this morning. A sore that runs from my heart to my hands looking for yours and ending in a tear.

♡ #SmileBeautiful.. That is what you taught me. You need to © that shit.

♡ Be kind,  you never know which chapter of their book another person is on. Especially a teenager person…. or an old and frail person like me.  (Stop laughing!)

♡  Go give a random Grade 8 a hug today.

♡ You are funny,  without trying!

♡ You are perfect,  just as you are. (OK,  I’m sorry about that small hereditary illness, but hey… I didn’t choose it either!)

♡  You are an artist in so many ways. It comes with the freedom of never having the explain yourself.  Don’t.

♡ Some people will never get you. That’s OK. You were never meant to be a “one size fits all”.

♡ When I die,  you will inherit all my books. Remember this is not a valuable reason to kill me now!

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I wish you enough unicorns,  fairy dust and empathy to keep you real,  enough rainbows to keep you wishing but mostly enough magic to keep you sparkle.

The flawed Momma xxx

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Your black!

Dear friends and other interesting creatures,

Today, I have a heavy heart, I miss my kids. Maybe empty nest moms know the ache that won’t leave your heart and that no chocolate can fill.

I saw this picture and this memory ran over my mind.

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When Liam was in pre-school he had an Indian friend, called Shaheen. One weekend Shaheen came to sleep over. I was a stay at home mom around then with Victoria was a baby, Liam aged 3 and Kevin aged 6.

I was utterly exhausted and eventually thought lets just get these two out the way for a few minutes and send Liam and Shaheen to bath. I did the bubbles, the duckies  – I was actually a very proper mom….. back then I thought I sucked next to all the moms I thought had it all sorted you know.

Anyhow, two dirty kids in the bath I hear Liam say to Shaheen… “Shaheen, your black!” … I had a small giggle. I mean had Liam not realised before that Shaheen and him did not share the same complexion? Shabeen fired back with “Liam! I am not black. I am brown!!!“.. Didn’t take Liam two minutes! “Shaheen your brown!!” 🙂

I have screwed up many times as a parent and lately I wish I could do it all from scratch with everything I know now,… but that’s not life now is it?

I wish you enough,

Wenchy

The Semicolon Project

Dear reader,

My daughter, Victoria (13) is an avid activist even if she is not aware of it as yet. I have watched her take on issues and raise awareness on the platforms available to her – somehow reminding me of Eva Peron as I always tease Victoria about her the way she wears her hair. 🙂 She speaks out over many issues that touches her with confidence and conviction. Be it in a school environment (where she has only just started High School), in a social media setting and in personal interaction.

Over the weekend she spoke to me about the semicolon project. I could certainly identify with her words and once I googled it, I wish today I had the means to go and ink a semicolon on my wrist because it indeed sums up so many days and experience in my life… and in hers.

So today, please be aware and encourage one another. You may not know the road the person next to you  is travelling.

On April 16th anyone who struggles with self harm, is suicidal, is depressed, has anxiety, is unhappy, going through a broken heart, lost a loved one, etc. draw a semicolon on your wrist (;)

A semicolon represents a sentence the author could have ended, but chose not to…The author is you and the sentence is your life.

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Thank you Chicken. Mom loves you so very much.

I wish you enough,

Wenchy