Sharing A Moment

imageHere I sit, stealing a few minutes to be away from the chaos of the hotel room with small children; the repetitive mantra ‘ mum can I do iPad?’, ‘mum what’s next?’

I sip a warm coffee as I stare into the distance at the open expanse of greenery. The rustic golf course is dotted with only a handful of private, lush estates.

Closing my eyes, I feel the warm sun soothing my anger, peeling away the layers of frustration and quieting the noise.

In my fantasy mind, there is an alternative-complete solitude-rewinding time to a life with no children, no partner, when I had time to think and be present.

In reality, however, the memory of those days of single hood still pulses in my bones. Days of pining. Days and nights wishing I could turn to someone who cared and say ‘isn’t this magnificent?’

In the life I have chosen, I can hear them sigh and nod in agreement. I know that in a few months or years, when we are involved in the routine of life, we can recall this view, this place, this moment. The recollection will make us pause, to look at eachother and remember this is why we chose to spend our life in a pair and then a unit.

Therefore, I conclude that the evocation of a moment of joy, shared collectively is enough to make dealing with the frustrations and chaos- worth it. I am ready to return to my beautiful family, to bring them downstairs and to share the view with them.

No Such Thing As Too Personal

During coffee with a shall we say— more than an acquaintance, less than a close friend- of mine she remarked ‘Wow! You have such beautiful skin- it glows. Lucky you, you have good genes!’

In my hysterical fit, my milky coffee flew out of my nose.

‘Well, you obviously don’t know me that well!’ I said when I regained composure.

‘Good genes may be part of it, but with a mother as a beauty therapist, I have been using professional products on my face twice a day since I was twelve.’

After having children, my products just weren’t enough. So, I started buying those handy Scoopons and Groupons for microdermabrasion, IPL and eventually the occasional injection.

It’s work, it’s a an investment.

I refuse to follow the path of many women these days– either by letting myself go and losing confidence in my appearance or going to further extremes and opting for surgery.

I would rather put in the effort now, in my middle years.

The shame is that like everything else, women do not talk about these things. They are deemed too ‘personal’ or they are too competitive to give away their secrets.

In my world, there is no such thing as too personal. Life is too short for secrets and holding back.

You receive what you give. Let’s be generous with eachother and open up.