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How to Survive and Thrive as a Single Mother this Mother’s Day
TweetExperiencing my first I remember my first Mother’s Day, it was in 2009 and I was a Single Mother and although my family tried to make it special for me, I still felt left out. I had dreamt about my first Mothers Day and being woken up with breakfast in bed, a little hand written card from my son or daughter and being spoilt as we had done all the years for my Mom but mine was different and it left me feeling a bit left out and disappointed. Truth be told I had set myself up for failure, I had placed such a huge emphasis on what society says…
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Christmas is Coming….
Tips and tricks to get you ready for the Festive Season
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The time we ran away from the kids
TweetIts been exactly a week since our 2 day getaway and I’m still living on cloud 9! To celebrate our Anniversary (24 September) and my Birthday (25 September) we were gifted with a stay at Mofam River Lodge and it was amazing. Carl and I haven’t really ever gone away alone except for our Honeymoon which was 4 years ago, and since having Josh join our little family there just hasn’t been time or energy to plan something like this. When you have kids, its just so easy to let the “US” time move to the bottom of the priority list or fall away completely. BUT let me tell you,…
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On your special day… Happy Birthday Josh
TweetMy precious little boy, it feels like just yesterday when Dad and I sat in the bathroom taking the pregnancy test to confirm what we had both known. Within 30 sec up popped the 2 lines. Our little miracle baby was growing in my belly. My pregnancy although challenging was amazing, you were amazing and we were thrilled to be welcoming you into our tribe. At times this journey of Parenting and Motherhood has been challenging but looking at your precious little face and big bush of curls makes it all worthwhile. Joshuah Carlisle Thomas, you are one amazing little boy. You are a strong willed, independent, intelligent little boy.…
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The Father
Tweet Growing up I always looked to my Dad as my hero, the provider, the head of our Spiritual home, the protector, my supporter. I think that this is what most little girls do, they love them through the good and the bad. We put them on a pedestal and when we look at them we think “My Daddy”. But as we grow older we see their flaws, we see their raw emotions and in my case we see them at their weakest. Slowly they move lower and lower off that pedestal. We learn things about them, we fight with them, we get angry, we blame them, we go silent,…