I wanted to get married from as far back as I can remember. Of the many things I wanted to be ‘when I grew up’, a wife and a mom were always at the top of the list. I also wanted to write, but I never in my wildest dreams thought that would actually happen (so thank you for reading this and for making that dream a reality 🙂
Before we got married, we got a prophecy that Phil would be travelling for ministry and that during those times, I would be at home with the kids. Madly in love and with the romantic vision of a family full of perfectly behaved children (Phil wanted eight kids when I met him), I happily accepted this as the role I would play in our family life.
No, really. We don’t swear. Not when we’re angry, not when we’re frustrated, not when we’re sad,excited or overjoyed. We just don’t. I was brought up in a home where my parents did not use tasteless language. I think the first time I heard my Dad swear I was about 16…. and it felt pretty awkward. Sure, I tried it as a kid. But it’s never felt right or beautiful or wholesome. It’s never put me or anyone else for that mater in a more powerful position. It’s never enabled me to express myself in a way that I couldn’t have done otherwise.
I loathe that it’s become such a big part of language, the way it’s thrown into blogs and all over social media, the way people don’t even care anymore if children are around. We wanted to watch a movie a little while ago and decided against it because when we worked it out, it had close on three expletives EVERY MINUTE!! I hate that society has become so comfortable with something so tasteless.
I know that I am the minority and probably considered a bit of a loser to many for feeling this way, I know that there are bigger problems out there. But I also know that I am raising two little girls to behave as a princess would. To behave in a way that would be fit for a King. Ultimately, to behave in a way that is pleasing to Jesus.
It’s been over seven years since I last gave in to the lies that come along with anorexia and bulimia. And now, here I am sharing analogies that directly relate to food (there was actually a time in my life that nothing relating to food could ever be comical or taken lightly). Really though, the point of this particular post is not only to expand on my road to recovery… but also to share that although I live like a perfectly normal person (for the most part), my recovery continues and it continues into areas that I didn’t even know needed it.
God has so graciously brought people into my life at very specific and absolute perfect times to facilitate healing and to make me whole again… and I am beyond grateful every time I realise that He is doing something more in me, that He continues to make me whole and that He cares enough to give me one more layer. That He cares enough about the practicality of life and that He is faithful beyond what we could ever imagine.
Actually, International Owl Awareness Day was yesterday… but it’s too much of a goodie to miss! What a week, with World Breastfeeding Week, The beginning of the Olympic Games and Owl Awareness too, running multiple campaigns for multiple companies, one new website, one new showroom on the go, my first ‘baby three’ doctors visit, elections and two sick kids who have been at home for TWO weeks… I’m hoping you will forgive my less that punctual piece. I just couldn’t let this one go… because owls are my absolute BEST.
Baby three has been on (and off) the cards for ages. I’ve blogged about it, and spoken about it, we’ve gone back and forth, we’ve been ready and then not. I’ve been ready when Phil hasn’t and he’s been keen when I haven’t.
But, the time is now… It’s time for another beautiful beginning.
For us, anything unplanned has never been an option, and not only because we are both so OCD inclined – the risk is just too high. Over the last couple of years, we have done everything we can to protect ourselves from another loss. My doctor has said that things can change and because we have had two successful pregnancies there is a chance the next could be just fine. For us, the responsibility of that ‘could be’ feels too big.
It was a little more than a year ago when my gynae prescribed a pregnancy… and we opted for the pill instead. You can read about the ins and outs of that decision here and here.
Well…. that didn’t go so well. I started off on Yaz, which made me feel nauseous and tired and had me taking pregnancy tests every week just to make sure those symptoms were actually the pill and not a little being in my belly. After three months, the spotting came back and my doctor switched me to Qlaira- which didn’t work either. Although I felt better on this pill, my cycles were all over the place. Still not happy, I went back to my gynae who then put me onto Zoely and told me that this was pretty much my last option as she wasn’t sure where to go from here.
The age old tale lives on. Some doctors believe that the benefits of chicken soup are mainly psychosomatic, that it’s nothing more than the ultimate comfort food. Others say the steaming hot soup clears congestion and provides the body with necessary hydration to flush out viral bugs. Either way, it’s a goodie.
I discovered this recipe about a year ago when I had my dental surgery & braces fitted, and then it made a comeback as winter approached and our recent cold spell hit. I love that it is easy enough to whip up when needed, I almost always have the ingredients for it and my girls think it’s delicious. What a win!
When Phil and I got engaged and I started to carefully consider how I was going to run our future home, I looked a little into earth friendly household products but never bought any. When we decided to have a baby I looked into cloth diapering (because ‘nappying’ just doesn’t have the same ring to it) but again, never bought even one. I guess what I am trying to say is that choosing a more natural way of living has always appealed to me – I just never really had the courage or conviction to properly execute it.
And then last year happened, and we made some pretty dramatic changes to what we ate as a family – we began to choose food in it’s most natural form over food which has been processed. This recently flowed over to choosing food which is grown organically over food that is ‘built for shelf life’.
Last year I was fortunate enough to win a family photo shoot through wind in a letterbox and earlier this year we eventually got round to meeting up with Utami from Utami Rostoll Photography
Photo shoots are not something we usually look forward to. I love the photo’s but having them done, generally feels like a chore. We have had a particularly bad experience with a photographer in the past and let’s not forget that I am currently sporting a mouth full of ‘aesthetically pleasing’ metal – which I am actually very conscious of. So, while I was keen to see the results I was not terribly excited about the event.
Well, we ended up having the best time! Utami is so relaxed and lovely to work with. The shoot took place on her own property which really made us feel comfortable and safe. The kids had a blast and even gave us some very natural looking smiles. What I love most is that Utami listened to what I had asked for – she focused on the kids and kept our shots looking very natural and fun. Utami, you have captured some of the most beautiful memories for us and I cant wait to display them all in our home – thank you!!
Once again, it’s been a while since I last visited faithplusmom. A couple of months ago I really assessed whether this was something I wanted to carry on with… I asked friends on facebook, spoke to my family, gave it some thought and while the general consensus was that yes, I should do it, I really had to figure it out for myself. I had to realise why I wanted to blog and whether I was going to be upset if I couldn’t keep up with everything that hosting a ‘good blog’ entails. I had to come to the point where I am okay with ‘failing’ according to all of those standards that are put out there – or rather those that we interpret. I had to ask myself questions such as who am I trying to reach, what am I wanting to say and what is actually the purpose of putting the details of our life out there for all for you to read?