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31 January, 2018

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Wife, mum, tea drinker, shoe lover, South African Brit living in the Bahamas with my husband and two small girls. I write about the gloriously ordinary everyday of motherhood - and occasionally about sunshine, shoes and perfect cups of tea.

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So proud of this girl as she competed in her first

So proud of this girl as she competed in her first triathlon (and cheered her dad on in his eleventy thousandth). I don’t know when parenting gets easier… Today I was about as nervous as I’ve ever been for anything, as events like this are my Actual Worst Nightmare. But once again she showed me that she is not afraid of the things that scare me, and I watched in stunned silence (which I hope came across as cool parental non-interference) as she calmly and methodically prepared her transition area and warmed up, with an air of what I can only describe as serene concentration (but which she described as “nervous-citement”). Annabel, you’re my hero and I can’t believe I made you (but nevertheless I’m taking full credit and look forward to receiving my medal). Well done baby girl. There’s nothing you can’t do.
#daughter #trigirl #triathlon #raceday #thisismotherhood #mumlife #momlife #wildandfreechildren #wildandfree #trimom #triwife

Happy Independence Day, beautiful Bahamaland. Like

Happy Independence Day, beautiful Bahamaland. Like sand in my shoes, you’re forever in my heart and never far from my mind. Until we meet again.
#thebahamas #bahamas #independenceday #sandinmyshoes

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In my mind this picture has a soundtrack. Most lik

In my mind this picture has a soundtrack. Most likely a country song about the summer going by too fast. Soaking up every moment before it slips through my fingers.

I was snapping pictures of her as she hopped along

I was snapping pictures of her as she hopped along the rocks by the lake when a woman walked by and asked if she could take a picture of us both. She said, “Sinon, maman n'est jamais sur la photo.” (Otherwise mummy is never in the photo.) I’ll remember her kindness next time I see a mama taking pictures of her little one. A completely unremarkable moment I’m glad to have recorded.

#mumlife #takethepicture #momlife #thisismotherhood #motherhood #motherhooddiaries #motherhoodunplugged #wildandfreechildren

My sunshine in the sunshine.

My sunshine in the sunshine.

The heat wave is here and we’re rolling with it.

The heat wave is here and we’re rolling with it.

My sister and I danced and performed on stages our

My sister and I danced and performed on stages our entire childhood. When the lights came on and the curtain rose my sister would come alive. But oh no, not me. There wasn’t one performance I didn’t find utterly terrifying - whether solo or in a group, in front of an audience of 400 or an audience of 4, there was something debilitating about the blinding lights and the sheer size of the stage once I stepped out from the wings. Once, it was so bad I that froze during a solo and ran offstage to weep into my dance teacher’s pristine white shirt, covering it in stage make-up (and thus was born a running joke I was never to live down…).
Watching my girls perform at their end-of-year show brings it all rushing back and sometimes I wonder if it’s asking too much of them. It seems to come so easily to them, but I wonder, does it really? Are they scared too? As a mum you constantly doubt your choices and motives.
But then I think about how that thing that scared me was also that thing that I loved. That the joy and the fear existed side by side - like so many other things in life. While the joy was there in the moment, every moment the music played, it was the fear that prepared me for life and all its requirements - the job interviews, presentations, speeches and moments of uninvited exposure - none of these are things I go looking for, but I know I can handle them without showing fear when they come along. Thanks to dance.
So here’s to dance and to music and to life skills and to the girls who own that stage like bosses. And also to the wonderful dance teachers who encourage us and love us and catch us when we fall (even if it costs them a pristine white shirt) - you are with us long after the curtain call. @jen.stretch
#dance #dancegirls #stagefright #onstage #dancemoms #dancemums #momlife #mumlife #mummydiaries #wildandfreechildren #bewildmychild

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