Its in your Mind

I am constantly amazed by the mind. Quite honestly, it is our most powerful weapon for or against us. Our days are spent more IN our minds than they are anywhere else. And what is incredibly overwhelming to discover is that about 98% of our daily thoughts are the same as those we had yesterday and at the very least, 80% of them are negative.

It doesn’t have to be this way. In fact, we are wired to rewire. I love that! I love that while we have the ability to be “stuck,” it is entirely possible for us to change that, to “unstuck” ourselves. Not all our thoughts have to be the same and they most certainly do not have to be negative. What is even more encouraging is that while we are rewiring our brains, we are also enabling the brain to function at a higher level, improving memory, strengthening our immunity, slowing down the aging process, speeding up recovery after trauma, illness or injury and loads more.

What do I even mean by rewire? Well, it all starts in … the mind.  And the scientific term for it is “neuroplasticity”. It is the brain’s ability to use thoughts to change its actual physical story. In other words, every time we think a new thought, a new neurological pathway in the brain is created. Every time we think that same thought, the pathway is reinforced. BUT, every time we stop that thought, the pathway becomes less and less until we find we are no longer thinking that thought and it has been replaced by a new thought, which in turn has made a new pathway. The more new pathways we make, the more the brain actually changes. When we are making new pathways our brains begin to function at higher and higher levels, our memory improves and we generally begin to feel better. This encourages us to think more thoughts and slowly, our negative cycles of negative thinking become positive cycles of new ideas, thoughts, desires and so we go. It goes without saying that if we keep thinking negative thoughts, the reverse happens.  

Some ways I have begun to practice rewiring my brain are by doing no less than three Sudoku puzzles a day, by reading every night before bed, learning new crochet patterns, singing new songs, writing this blog, doing some writing work in the business world and by homeschooling my children. Each time we do something new, we create a new pathway. I reinforce some of those pathways (like song lyrics) by repetition and then once I have them memorized, I move on from it, leaving it to wait for me to need it again. My kids are amazed that I know my multiplication tables by heart (or mind). What our teachers didn’t realize was that by teaching us some material in a “parrot fashion” way, they were reinforcing neurological pathways. I’m grateful (although I know this is not the only way to learn so please don’t think your kids should now learn EVERYTHING parrot fashion).

Another wonderful practice I learned about in the book, “The Artists Way” by Julia Cameron, was something called “Morning Pages”.

I have a daily practice of three longhand pages done first thing on awakening, hence, “Morning Pages.” The pages clear my head and prioritize my day. I think of them as a form of meditation. There is no wrong way to do the pages. You simply keep your hand moving across the page, not pausing to take what I call “mental cigarette breaks.” It is as though you are sending the universe a telegram: “this is what I like, this is what I don’t like…” Implicit in this, “please help me.” If the pages are meditation, they are also a potent form of prayer.” – Julia Cameron.

What happens when we do this “brain dump” first thing every day, is that we take any lingering thoughts from the day before and release them on to the page, making space for new thoughts. This not only encourages creativity and inspires us toward new things, it also gives us a sense of accomplishment. This sense of accomplishment then releases dopamine, our achievement hormone. The higher the dopamine levels in our bodies, the higher our alertness, focus, creativity, long-term memory and concentration. It is a win-win.

I could go on and on about this, I really could. My hope in writing this is to inspire you to “change your brain” and to take captive those negative thoughts. Lets rewrite our stories and turn this otherwise tumultuous time (Covid, lockdowns, no travel etc. etc.) in something new, something wonderful.

Disclaimer: I am not an expert on the subject (although I have studied it), and I do not profess to be a doctor or to have all the answers. But, there are loads of actual doctors, like Drs Caroline Leaf, Norman Doige, Seth Hays and Richard Dividson, who are experts on the subject and who offer some incredible insights. I would highly recommend that you to check out some of their books, papers, talks, videos and interviews.

Moments

Moments. Fleeting and beautiful. I dreamed I would be able to one day stand outside of time and revel in a moment like this. I hoped that I would see my children finding moments in their days to “just be”. Life is busy. It is full-to-the-brim with things to do, people to see, classes to take and the list goes on and on. We tend to cram as much as we can into a day and then fall, exhausted, into bed where we “sleep it off” only to wake the next day and push repeat.

Moments. Fleeting and beautiful. I dreamed I would be able to one day say, ” We take time for moments, however fleeting and beautiful. They are our exhales, they are our stolen joys, our imaginations soaring above the day-to-day. They are the wings we give our dreams and the permissions we give our thoughts to grow”.

Life tells us that in order to be successful, we need to fill our days with work and busyness. That a good day is one where we are drained by bedtime and have so much more planned for the next day. I beg to differ. Love tells us that a good day is one where we have mindfully navigated our to-do lists, managed our time well, been outdoors, eaten incredible meals, drunk enough water, read beautiful words, had good conversations, connected with our people and most importantly, found time to, just for a moment, rest in doing nothing.

I see a girl, so much like myself, taking some time to just be. I see her loving herself, seeing herself and listening to her own needs. I see her removing herself from time, for just a moment. I hope that by instilling a mindful outlook in our children, we will help them to realise and appreciate when they need to take time for themselves and in so doing, that they will become adults who see the value in living wholeheartedly. That they will become adults who love themselves enough to “take a moment”.

It’s Simple

I started my simple living journey many years ago after years of clutter and too much “stuff” in my home. Over time, I have incorporated slow living and mindful, wholehearted living into our simple way of life.

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When I think about how we live, I see it as a big exhale of the trappings of modern day life and the chaos that, oftentimes, ensues. People ask how we manage to keep our home neat and tidy with four children living at home, on top of homeschooling. They ask how we cope with “so many kids”. They sometimes look at us as if we are crazy, and, for the most part, this is probably true just not in the way that they think.

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I can honestly say that the more we have simplified our “stuff”, the easier life has become. It is easier to keep our home clean and tidy, it is easier to “be” in our space, we all feel free and relaxed because our home feels open and peaceful to us. We don’t have clutter, so when things start to get a bit untidy, it is quick and easy to clean it all up.

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Getting better and better at the clutter-free life, 2019
Our last home in SA, 2019

I don’t have all the answers and I am far from being the perfect role model for simple living. It is a journey and it takes time. Moving to Mauritius was a blank page for me in terms of belongings. We arrived with a suitcase each.  Emme and Jett brought some Playmobil over and Em brought her two dolls. Other than that, we really just had our clothes. Fast forward a year and a bit and we have already had to do a declutter. Its insane the amount one can gather without even noticing.

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Clean lines, Mauritius 2020

 I am not a minimalist, but I do have some minimalist tendencies and this can sometimes work against me, too. Sometimes I declutter too much and suddenly realize I got rid of things we still use or need. As I said, it is a journey. One I am ever learning on. I hope that as I journey, I can inspire people to start exploring simpler ways to live, which is why I will continue to write on this forum. It is also the reason I decided to start a Facebook page for “Exhale” and an Instagram account. Please follow along and ask as many questions as you can think of. Lets see where this journey takes us.

Granny D

The other day I caught myself sitting in my armchair, legs crossed, arms resting on either side of the chair. I was lost in thought, contemplating meal plans, school activities, writing and books. I was in a world of my own. So, when I “came round” and caught myself sitting there with a silly smile on my face, my immediate response was to laugh (who wouldn’t?).  If someone had seen me, what would they have thought, seeing me staring off into space, smiling away to myself ? And in that moment, that very thought sparked a memory for me. My granny, sitting in that exact same position, with the same smile on her face (except, to me, her smile was more serene than “silly”).

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I remember thinking to myself, “I wonder what Gran thinks about when she stares off into space?” I remember her doing it quite a lot. In her chair, standing at her kitchen counter, peeling potatoes or chopping veg, strolling through her garden, hands held loosely behind her back. She often seemed to me like a bit of a dreamer and sometimes I even wondered if she was sad. Her smile seemed to refute that. Because, she was always smiling. And, honestly, she always seemed serene.

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I know that no one is perfect. We all have faults and short-comings and we all make mistakes. Our characters are all ever-evolving and being shaped as we grow and experience life and change due to circumstances or decisions. There is no doubt in my mind that Granny D wasn’t perfect and that she was human, just like me. But, she was a really great granny. From what I can tell, she was a really great mom and a pretty amazing human too.

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I look back on my childhood and it is FULL of special moments with both of my grans. I was really fortunate to have had two incredible women for grans and the day my mom’s mom passed away goes down in history (well, in my history) as one of the saddest days of my then, eight-year-old life. Courtney was named after her. I wish I had a lifetime of memories with her. I do, however, have a lifetime of memories with Granny D.

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My gran was one of those grans who didn’t really believe in spoiling us with sweets and treats.

Instead, she devoted her time to us whenever we were with her. She would spend hours teaching us how to press flowers or make paper dolls. She would bake with us and always let us make concoctions of various pantry items to pretend cook on the cardboard-box-stove my grandfather made for us. She would play General Knowledge with us, sitting around her dining room table with glasses of fruit juice and slices of buttered ginger bread.

She had a whole cupboard of toys she had saved from when my dad and my aunts were little and she would often add little items of her own to this stash. A scarf, an old handbag, clip-on earrings or a tube of lipstick. There were baby dolls and Barbies and Tinker-Toys. There was a tin of coins from around the world and paper money she made from the green blotter paper on my grandad’s desk. An old telephone and notebooks made their way into this glorious treasure trove, as well as various coloured pencils, crayons and paper and cardboard galore.

The study walls were lined with bookshelves and filled with books and photo albums. My cousin, my sister and I would spend hours pouring over old photographs or lying on the bed or an old blanket on the grass reading “Adventure Stories for Girls”. The study was once my dad’s bedroom and my gran had never removed the stickers and pencil scribblings of her only son from the inside of the cupboard. I think, in a way, she held on to her children by keeping pieces from their childhood and in so doing, she gave us the gift of looking back in time.

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I realize now that she was passing down not only toys and books or pictures, but that she was also passing down a heritage for us.

A love for learning and literature, art and music appreciation (the radio was always on). She stoked our inquisitive minds with questions and took us to explore nature in her beautiful garden. She sparked our own creativity with water colour lessons and let our imaginations run wild in the fairy gardens she conjured up and the houses she helped us to build in the trees and shrubs right at the back of the garden.

In her later years, our conversations often centered around motherhood .My gran told me she loved being a mom. She told me how she would watch her children playing from behind a curtain, or around a corner and how she would take them into the garden to lie on their tummies to watch a locust laying eggs. She laughed at the various mischievous misdemeanors of her son and spoke with fondness of her girls.  She told me to not take life too seriously and to not allow silly things to make me angry. She told me she wished she had had more time with her children and to enjoy the time I have with my own.

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I remember being in a supermarket with her one day. She was well into her seventies and I was in my late twenties. We had ambled through the shop, following my grandad who was on a mission that day. If my memory serves me correctly, he wanted to get the shopping done so that we could go grab a milkshake at the Wimpy next door. We got to the checkout and as Grandad was paying, my gran whispered to me, “Don’t you just wish you could jump up and swing on the bar above the counter ?” This of course had us in fits of giggles. Grandad whipped around and scolded her, saying “Darl, don’t corrupt our granddaughter”. Well, this just had her giggling even more. As we were leaving she said to me, “Make sure you have fun in life. Its not good to be too serious.”

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Granny D was an artist, an intellect (my dad used to say she would be his “call a friend” if he ever were to enter “Who Wants to be a Millionaire” ), an avid gardener, a good cook (taught by my grandad). She was fun and funny and had a naughty streak that she kept well hidden and only let out for certain people to see. She LOVED her husband and adored her children. She doted on her grandchildren. She lived her life well, she was quiet and calm and rarely lost her temper or her smile. She was an introvert, a homemaker. She had a natural flair for style. She had a deep faith. She walked with grace and dignity and had a fantastic sense of humour. She saw the beauty in all things, I know this because she pointed it out. She loved family and family gatherings. She loved animals, especially her dogs and even spoke in a different voice to them. She was a storyteller, a true creative. She ended her sentences with a hum.

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I don’t look anything like my gran, but sometimes, I see something of her in my reflection.

I can hear her telling me to have fun and to be a bit naughty and to enjoy my life. I hope I am doing her proud.

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My gran passed away last year. She spent her last day with my aunt and they sat chatting well into the night. They sang worship songs and hymns. Granny D took her last breaths while reciting “The Lord is My Shepherd.” She may not be with us, but her legacy has been imprinted on our lives.

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Writing Prompts Please

I told myself that I wasn’t going to write about COVID or lockdown or anything remotely related to either two, mostly because I am so sick of it being all anyone can talk about and also because I wasn’t sure what I would actually say other than, “We are in lockdown in paradise and it may as well be anywhere on earth because we haven’t seen the beach since the beginning of March”.

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What I didn’t realize is that my rule would cause a mental/emotional lockdown for me and I would’t be able to write about ANYTHING, never mind COVID-19 or lockdown. I have found myself trapped, physically and mentally/emotionally. I have been in survival mode, as have most of the world, and I don’t like survival mode. It goes against my entire belief system, it makes me feel strange – like out of my own body strange. So, tonight, after 41 days of official lockdown and 46 days of lockdown and self-isolation combined, when the Mauritian Government announced an extension on our lockdown until 1 June 2020 I decided it was time to break my self-imposed lockdown and start writing again. I can’t promise I will write often. I can’t promise that I will have loads to say. But, I will keep writing. I would love it if you would comment and give me some topics on what you would like to hear from me. We’ll call them them writing prompts. Perhaps you can help me find my voice again?

Lessons from Childbirth for Life

The room is silent. My client’s eyes widen and I know we are preparing for the next wave to tighten her body and move her baby that little bit closer to us. She pulls a breath in and as the contraction heightens, I watch her tense up her face, screw her eyes shut and hunch her shoulders, all the while holding her breath. “Drop your shoulders” becomes a mantra we chant as each wave threatens to overwhelm her. “Drop your shoulders”. A trigger to remind her to relax her face, her shoulders, her body and to expel the breath she so desperately sucked in and held, waiting for the wave to pass. You see, as she does all those things, as she relaxes her body and her mind, she opens herself to leaning in. Leaning into her own intuition, to the trusted voices around her and to the voice of the One who orchestrates all these life-moments. Her body stops holding the baby in and in doing, releases the tension and fear that prevent her from allowing her body to do the work it was designed to do.

 

 

Another time a frantic new mom phones me in tears. Her baby has cried non-stop all day and she is at her wits end. Can I please help? I arrive to take a screaming baby from a distraught mom. I draw in a long breath and as I slowly expel it, I release all the tension in my body, dropping my shoulders as I go. And, the baby? Miraculously, she falls sound asleep in my arms and a bewildered mother exhales. The trick? “Drop your shoulders”. A baby can sense tension in a mother and the more worked-up a mom gets the more upset a baby gets. It is a vicious circle and can go on for months. As soon as a mom learns to relax, her baby relaxes.

 

 

As a doula, I have worked with many mothers-to-be and new parents. I have coached them through pregnancy, birth, their baby’s infancy and even through baby’s childhood. The most important advice I give parents is “Drop your shoulders”. It works every time.

 

 

Recently I found myself bordering hysteria over something that was out of my control. I paced outside, looking up at the sky, pleading with God to make everything alright. I could feel my body tensing and my shoulders hunching as I allowed the situation to take on proportions that were, to put it plainly, completely over-exaggerated. I found myself holding my breath as I silently begged and pleaded. Suddenly I felt the words, “Peace I give to you.” deep within my soul. I exhaled and dropped my shoulders. It was in that moment that I realized that the advice I have given to so many new parents held fast, no matter how long you have been parenting or how old your children are. In fact, you don’t even need to be a parent to heed the advice I once reserved for births.

 

 

“Drop your shoulders” is as pertinent to new mothers as it is to young adults or grandfathers. It is a physical outworking of an internal releasing. It is the act of exhaling, leaning in and trusting. Trusting that even when things are tough, when things seem out of control or too much to handle, that there is a Peace to be had and we can lean in and relax into hearing and believing. We can calmly assess and begin to evaluate outside of fear and anxiety. We can slow down our thoughts and breathe. We just need to “Drop our shoulders”.

 

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Courtney and I, 1998

slow

Emme and Jett are sitting in the huge red tub Marc bought me to bath in (another story for another time, suffice it to say I miss having a bath). They are playing some random mix of a doctor game, Playmobil and something to do with a belt and a bandage tied together. Its drizzling outside, as it has been for days now. The “joy” of living on a tropical island – lots of rain. I found a playlist on Apple Music called “Acoustic Chill” which is probably a little melancholic given the dreary grey skies outdoors and relative quiet indoors. Regardless, I have it playing and somewhere in my chest/abdominal cavity there is a bubble of nostalgia that I keep having to ignore. Perhaps I should change the playlist?

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Any way, this day is moving nice and slowly. We have done our school work, folded laundry, tidied and cleaned all that needed tidying and cleaning and now we are in that glorious space between all we have done and goûter (afternoon snack) where the big girls get tech-time and the younger two get to do whatever they like. I like this slow pace.

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You will notice, I love this word “slow”. I even like to just say it , “slow” (as opposed to “from” which I hate saying). I am a firm believer in slow. Especially since having kids. I want time to move slowly. I want us to move slowly through time. I want to do everything slowly. I want to live “slow”. Ryen recently told me to “preach what you [I] practice”, and on this one I really can say I’m doing just that. It is my mission in life to just slow it all down.

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But why? A while back I listened to a series of preaches by Andy Stanley entitled “Breathing Room”. Our then home church, Linc, also did a series with the same title. And what really struck me, was the idea that in order to live more fully, to find happiness, to be more ALIVE, people found themselves cramming as much as possible into their days. On a quest for more they added more. The whole idea is actually so backward and so sad. Truth is, if we really want MORE, we have to have less. We need to do less and take more time doing it. The analogy of folding paper and placing it into a glass jar was used. A person was told to crumple up, ball up, scrunch up paper and put as many pieces into a jar as would fit. The natural response was for that person to hurriedly scrunch and shove. Soon enough the jar was full and the person was pretty pooped. It’s tiring scrunching and shoving. A second jar was brought out and the person was told to neatly fold the same amount of paper as he used in the scrunch jar, and systematically place each folded piece into the jar. The jar didn’t even get a third as full as the scrunch jar. Not only was the jar not filled, the person folding and filling took his time and didn’t feel pooped at the end. In fact, he took a similar amount of time to do what looked like “more” work and landed up with better results.

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There is much I can say, I could really write a whole thesis on this topic. That series changed my life in so many ways. For one, it led me on a road to “Simple Living”. And on that road, I found “slow”. Slow is me taking time for more. More connection with my kids and my husband. More connection with my environment and with the present. More connection with myself. And, more connection with God. A beautiful by-product is that I get “stuff” done more efficiently, I fit more into my day than I used to be able to and on days when I feel like not fitting so much in, I have grace for myself because I know myself better than I ever have before. I value slow because I have seen its value come to life in my own life.

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I am sure I will speak lots more on this as time goes on. I would love to hear from you – your thoughts and questions on the idea of “slow”. Lets unpack this a little more.

 

 

 

aware (and pics of our time with courts)

It is hot. Heat wraps around us like a blanket and trickles down the back of my t-shirt. Outside, I hear fruit bats calling to each other. I can smell the rotting mangos on the driveway and front lawn where they fall, bite marks perforating their green and red skin. I’m sure rats also enjoy them once they have fallen. This morning, a beheaded rat was left for us on the front doormat. A gift from the two feral cats we have been feeding. We have named them George and Cricket. I think Cricket is the mom, she is bigger than George, more wary of us humans. George is inquisitive and we leave doors open for them after their evening meal in the hopes that they will get used to us and come inside. George looks in and then runs back to Cricket, his safety net.

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I am sitting in Emme and Jett’s room waiting for them to fall asleep. They have had their bedtime story and are starting to settle in. I’m eager for them to sleep so that I can go catch some alone time before I go start the evening ritual with the bigger two. We are settling in.

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We are midway through January and I have yet to take a moment to give thought to the year ahead. I am not worried. We started the year off calmly, enjoying a proper holiday with Courts. We spent ten days together as a family, reading, swimming, eating, sleeping. It was such a beautiful and intentional time and, I think, exactly what we all needed.

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Now, I can feel us finding a rhythm. We have some routines in place. Some rituals we are beginning to follow. I even find myself doing things in order when I wake up: get up, drag the washing basket to the kitchen where I turn on the kettle and then begin loading the washing machine. Once that is done, I unload the draining rack and dishwasher and then make my morning cuppa (or my second cup if Marc has beat me to the first one and delivered it to me in bed) and wind my way back to my bed to enjoy my cup in silence. It is the same every day.

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IMG_0353IMG_8164IMG_8159IMG_0384I love this sense of rhythm, this moving easily from task to task, all the while breathing in the life around me. I like the almost predictability of doing some of the same things every day. I like hanging the washing in the sun, flicking each item out to rid it of wrinkles and smelling the new soap we use. I like making a snack plate of apples and peanut butter for Emme and Jett and hearing them squeal ,”Apples” as if it’s the best snack ever. I like setting the table while my dinner is finishing up on the stove, laying each utensil neatly, a glass above each knife, the napkin folded into a rectangle in the center of each place. I like calling my family for dinner and then checking the time, noticing that we eat around six thirty every evening, whether I am trying to or not. I like that we are finding our groove and that the honeymoon period of living on a tropical island seems to have worn off and we are starting to actually LIVE here. I like that at the end of last year we decided our family word for the year would be “flow”, and it seems to already be fitting. What I love most about it, is that it seems to have slowed us down and settled us into a simpler way of life. Into a time where we are noticing life as it happens around us. I feel as though we are more aware.

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Aware. Perhaps that will be my word for this year.

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saturday

We are having a slow Saturday. Most days here are slow, so when I say, “a slow Saturday”, I mean slooooow. Our initial plan was to wake up and head down to the beach, but Mica and I only got to sleep after 2am because the rats, or bats, in the roof where having a Friday night party that sounded like 3 grown men were dancing up there (exaggerated, but you get the idea). Needless to say, the beach morning didn’t happen. A long lie-in happened.

 

Emme and Jett have been playing Playmobil all day. I have read and flicked through Instagram, done a bit of washing, sipped coffee and nibbled panne chocolat (our Saturday morning tradition). At lunch time I made our other Saturday tradition, ham rolls, for lunch (so much for being plant based) and after that I went outside to hang my washing.

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These tiny rolls will be the undoing of me. They are too, too delish!

Slipping off my shoes I curled my toes around a few blades of grass and felt the tickle of them, which made me smile. I stopped. I looked around. The sun was beating on the top of my head, reminding me that summer isn’t far away and this will be our first Mauritian summer. I felt a slight breeze slide across my face and the smell of my fresh washing wafted up to me. I looked down and saw my shoes, the washing, the pegs, my feet. And it looked so good. So real. I was 100% in the moment. I took out my phone to capture the moment, in the hopes that one day, when I see it, I am reminded to live in the moments. To take great pleasure in small things.

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I see her, with her floating hair and tall, straight spine. I see her with her “walk-a-little-walk”, shimmying away from me. She turns and winks over her shoulder at me and for a moment we look into each other’s eyes. She smiles that smile, the one that says “Mum, I see you too” and we hold each other’s gaze a moment longer. Then she takes a deep breath and squares her shoulders and she’s off again, all grown-up and classy and sure of herself . I am FILLED with pride, yet tears stream down my face. She is ready.

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Moving to Mauritius has made me acutely aware of the fact that I have an adult daughter. A grown-up child who is forging her own way in this world. A human being capable of making her own (good, because thats how she rolls) decisions and of choosing where lives, what she does and how she wants to do it. And it is a rollercoaster ride for me, as her mum, to experience this all with her and away from her.

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It is a really weird feeling to know that “my work here is done”. It gives me a funny bubbling in my chest – an almost heartbroken yet excited feeling. I am torn between complete awe and total devastation. I look at this human I created, this beautiful (like really, really beautiful) creature I spent almost every waking moment with for almost 20 years and I am just gobsmacked and gut-wrenched all at once. She is magnificent and she is not mine any more (even though she is and always will be). It makes me want to run and hold on to her forever and at the same time, I want to release her and see her do wonderful things, because I know that is what she is destined for.

I prayed for her, this daughter of mine. From the day I knew she was coming, I prayed.  I asked for wisdom in raising her and for the strength to do a good, a Godly job.  I didn’t succeed a lot of the time, but many times, I did. I prayed for her to be strong (“She is clothed with strength and dignity, she laughs at the things to come – Prov 31:25). I prayed that she would know God and seek him with all of her heart (“Seek first the Kingdom and His righteousness and all of these things will be added unto you” – Matt 6:33), I prayed that she would be wise and kind ( “She opens her mouth with wisdom and the teaching of kindness is on her tongue” – Prov 31:26). I prayed that she would know who she is (“By the grace of God, I am what I am” _ 1 Cor 15:10). Mostly, I prayed that she would know Love and that in return she would show love (“Let all that you do, be done in love” – 1 Cor 16:14). And she is all of these things. And I continue to pray. For all of these things, for all of her days. And for my other daughters, for all of their days.

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I am grateful I have this time. This time to learn with Courts and this time to still enjoy with Ry, Mica, Emme and Jett. I pray that I can mindfully navigate parenting an adult while I traverse these fields of parenting children, preteens and teens. I pray that I can let go and hold on at the same time. I pray for the wisdom to stay present, to drink in the moments. To not allow time to be a thief but rather, to allow it to be a giver of good gifts. I pray that I never forget that the attachment theories I parented my babies with are the same theories that will grow well adjusted and healthy adults (as much as is possible). I pray that in all of it, that my children feel loved. Beyond measure. Always.

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And so to you moms with daughters, a day is coming when you will have to face what I am facing (and it creeps up so quickly). I can not prep you adequately for this. But, I can say to you – what you put in now matters! The amount of love you LAVISH on her, means everything! The hours of sleepless nights, the tedious Barbie movies and shared popcorns, the fighting over homework or the late night chats over tea … they all matter. Every word you utter, matters. Every thing you teach her, good or bad, matters. I would encourage you to mindfully continue this journey, knowing that when your time comes, your words and actions and LOVE have a lasting impact. None of us can give our children a perfect childhood, none of us can be perfect. But, we can be mindful of the way we are equipping our girls (and boys). She will one day be someone’s friend, someone’s student, someone’s girlfriend, someone’s employee, someone’s wife, someone’s mother, someone’s employer, someone’s aunt and on and on it goes. Everything we do now matters. And then one day, it is done.

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Raising strong girls is something I am passionate about (I am also passionate about raising a strong, kind boy) . I have four daughters, so I guess its a good thing I am. I would love to hear some of your thoughts on raising women and would absolutely love to answer some of your questions, if you have any. Pop me a message in the comments section and lets start a little series on “Daughters”.

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In closing, the lyrics to the song “Daughter” by Sleeping At Last:

If only you knew
The sunlight shines a little brighter
The weight of the world’s a little lighter
The stars lean in a little closer
All because of you
I want to see
You lift your chin a little higher
Open your eyes a little wider
Speak your mind a little louder
’cause you are royalty
This is your kingdom
This is your crown
This is your story
This is your moment
Don’t look down
You’re ready, born ready
And all you gotta do
Is put one foot in front of you
Our ceiling is your floor
And all you gotta do
Is put one foot in front of you
If only you knew
If only you knew
The forests grew a little greener
The roots reach in little deeper
The birds all sing a little sweeter
All to welcome you
I want to see
Your happily ever after
That you know in your heart that you matter
That you are all I see
xxxx
Love you, Cooks, Rybles, Pickle and Pepsi