Our family did a photo shoot with Belinda Botha Photography and the pictures came out perfectly. It’s really great how she was able to capture our family – I’m very happy with the results. I can’t stop beaming at all these shots. I’ve posted some of my favourites here.
Family photo shoots are fun. It’s great to dress up and strike a pose with your loved ones. You create memories that you can come back to over and over again. Once you have the photos there are so many things you can do with them. As a social media fanatic, I love sharing pictures of my family – my people are awesome. You can document how your children are growing.
I’m going to be creating a photo coffee table book out of all these images, like an annual family year book.
So I began taking daily photos of myself and posting them on Facebook and Whatsapp for the past week. What an emotional roller coaster it’s been. Here’s what I’ve learned about putting yourself out there:
My hat and colour coordination caused a stir…I realised I have my own kind of style that the world sometimes doesn’t get. Oh well, this is me channeling my inner-Rihanna! These red shoes make me feel great when I’m wearing them.
This was a fun play on facial expressions. I’m rocking my natural ponytail with nerdy glasses.
Boy did these sparkly shoes cause a stir, something else that I like that the world doesn’t get. These shoes light up my world 🙂
This look was a hit with the masses. The hairstyle reminded me of my high school days.
These pants are a great discovery, they fit well. Comfort and style – two birds with one stone!
Since my weekends are spent mostly with my kids, decided to throw in a #MommySelfie in the mix. Still love this lip colour.
Closed the week off shining the light on my Divas! They do it better than Mommy.
This was fun…should I continue taking pictures for the month? What do you think?
Just finished re-reading Desperate: Hope for the Mom Who Needs to Breathe by Sally Clarkson and Sarah Mae. This is a great book for any mother who’s ever felt like they’re failing their children. Like I mentioned in my Ode to Motherhood post, there’s so much riding on mothers. So many voices telling you what you should do. Desperate helps you navigate finding your voice as a mother, defining how you want to be present in the lives of your children and aligning that to what God intended with motherhood. It teaches you how to build a support network, create beauty in your life and enjoy your children!
I was feeling so weary before Mother’s Day, I guess the toll of waking up early and braving the cold were getting to me. However, my weekend restored me. I got in a little pampering to awaken my girly side – nothing like pink toe nails to get a girl smiling. I went to see my little sisters; one of them hadn’t been feeling well. My kids tagged along and put in some aunt time.
Mother’s Day was mostly spent at church, just what my mommy soul was looking for. It started off with Mr Man making breakfast 🙂 for Mother’s Day…then we had load shedding, mid-preparation of lunch. The sermon at church spoke to my heart, reminding me what a precious calling being a mother is. So I’ve resolved to get back on the mommy bandwagon and find ways to bring beauty in with mini-breaks along this journey so that I don’t find myself on the dark side too many times. We still have tantrums and run-ins with the divas but I’m praying for patience and appreciation for my family.
My two-year old got to bond with her cousin, giggling and fighting after weeks of not seeing each other. My oldest spent the night at her grams with her aunties. We were all reunited Sunday night with a movie. I finished the day off with some ironing done for the week.
I love my kids don’t get me wrong but sometimes being a mother is hard. So many people judge you based on what their idea of motherhood is. Some days I wish I could go to the toilet by myself with no interruption. Sometimes I resent my kids for having tantrums. I don’t wake up immediately when they call out for me. I delay getting out of bed to make them breakfast. Sometimes their socks don’t match because I didn’t do the laundry on time. Their hair will look a mess because I’m tired of fighting to get a brush in.
Most days I impose myself on them, my way or the highway. Finding strength to make dinner and have no one eat can shatter your mom-esteem. I go to work and I never see them wake up. Some days they’re sleeping when I come home. My house is a mess because I haven’t cleaned in a while…it’s not a health hazard but not ideal either.
Sure I have my ideals that I want to live up to. All mothers want to give their kids the best. I struggle with knowing when to cook for them or fold laundry. My two year old will literally scream herself to death to get my attention. I swear the neighbours think I’m abusing those kids.
I love my kids don’t get me wrong but sometimes being a mother is hard. But then I think what if I didn’t have them in my life, I would be more put together but my life would be empty. There would be no-one running around the house looking for me. No-one who thought getting a hug from me is their biggest comfort ever. I would go to the toilet myself yeah but no-one would be in that much of a hurry to tell me about their days. There’d be no-one to dress up. No-one to love me with the same fiery love that my kids love me with. They don’t have a perfect mom, maybe they never will but I’m theirs to have forever.