Life has been busy - work and illness and emotional ups and downs - but through all of that I've still been parenting, still been thinking about parenting, still felt inspired and at times utterly exhausted by these too small beings I've been charged with.
I've still had material to bring here. But I've felt hesitant.
The girls are growing up really fast at the moment, and I'm getting into that space of wondering which of their stories are mine to tell.
Obviously I still think it's all about me, but the reality is what goes on in their hearts and minds is theirs, it's precious, and I feel we might be getting to the stage where they're too old for me to share their stuff online, while still too young to ask their permission to do so.
And my response to their 'stuff'? That's kind of theirs too.
Yup, apparently now not even my own thoughts are mine. It's only a matter of minutes until they're wearing my sneakers and driving my car.
I'll be taking a while to ponder this.
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ReplyDeleteI know exactly where you are coming from. I've previously worked in a space where I had a fairly public profile and I was horrified when something quite personal to their lives was inadvertently included in a profile article. It was neither negative or mean by intention of the journalist and yet I felt somehow as though it was unnecessary. Do ponder - we now have a 14 year old who is trying to navigate this space as her world starts to include FB and Instagram and the like.
On an altogether more prosaic note, where on earth did you find your plastic unicorns? Your cake has inspired me. Please email me vbadroodien@iafrica.com if you can remember.
Yup, it's a real thing. Thanks for your input. I'm mailing you now :-)
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