I can't thank the people who have followed my blog from the get-go for all your words of encouragement and love. Thank you for pushing me to write again. It warms my heart to hear when my readers tell me they enjoyed reading my journey and somehow felt like they were right there with me too. Big love to you all. Here i am sitting down and staring at the screen. I feel rusty. I haven't done this in a while. My last post was, well ages ago! But - hello! Seeing as i set up this baby blog of mine some 6 years ago, i felt it is only right that i continue writing in it seeing as, as most of you would know by now, i am baking baby number 2 in the oven! I'm in the last leg of my pregnancy now. I'd call it the 'uncomfortable' stage. Where you feel like a whale, your legs are sore, your body's aching and the baby is kicking like there's no tomorrow. But, kicking is good. Kick away baby, so momma knows you're growing well. So let's ...
Something happened not too long ago - the day that my daughter asked me the most painful thing. “I want Dada..” which I said, “Well he isn’t here now but we will see him very soon bubba, just a few more days”…she cried harder and then she said what broke my heart. “WHY CAN’T DADA STAY HERE IN MAMA’S HOUSE OR MAMA STAY IN DADA’S HOUSE SO KIARA CAN HAVE BOTH MAMA & DADA?” ( Kiara, Age 3, September'14) It wasnt easy to handle that question at all. I held back tears and just hugged her while she sobbed harder. It's never quite easy, to see your child in so much pain, and know not how to ease it. It's hard to come to terms that it was the fault of her parents that she has to live with it. As a friend once told me, " Our children should not pay for our screw-ups but they do...but we must strive to give them better ." Dating hasn't been a walk in the park for me. At the back of my mind, I'm constantly terrified that it may not work out ...