To the present

So sorry everybody for not putting posts up as often as I undoubtedly should. You see as it stands right now, I am busy running around in circles like the proverbial chicken with it’s head cut off.

my three girls

Three very different characters. Clarice (left), Rochelle (center) and Arlise (right)

Mother nature saw fit to bless me with three gorgeous little girls. Those little girls are now growing up and two of them turned 15 yesterday. Rather disconcertingly, but much to my bank accounts relief, neither of them wanted a huge party or to make a big deal of the fact that it was their birthday in the first place. In the beginning I didn’t know whether to be a little sad or to be glad by how events were playing out. As parent’s, we have to be honest with ourselves and admit that huge birthday parties are a big and daunting undertaking at the best of times and let’s face it, a huge relief when you see the back of the last child walking away with their mum or dad that’s just collected them. As with all things in life, as they grow older this just gets more and more complicated. The sleep overs begin. Just as you’ve finished making what you hope is a healthy dinner for 20+ people, you flop into bed exhausted…listening to hormonally overactive screeching and giggling teenagers in the bedroom next door. This chatting and laughing doesn’t cease until 3:00am, sometimes later and only then are you allowed to fall into a shallow, fitful slumber only to have to get up a few short hours later to cook breakfast with eyes that can barely open and that feel like sandpaper has taken residence in them overnight. As tiring as all of this is, I love it. When every birthday roles around, I am left feeling so grateful and privileged to still be in my children’s lives to celebrate yet another joyful milestone.

You would never guess that my three girls are from the same gene pool. My eldest Rochelle, is a loud and gregarious yet very loving and responsible tomboy, who wants to go into wildlife conservation which terrifyingly enough, is just 2 short years away from happening. She’s passionate about animals. I guess you can take the girl out of Africa, but you can’t take Africa out of the girl. She’s physically and mentally made of tough stuff. She fell off a horse once, where the animal decided to step on her inner thigh while he was at it. She got back on her feet straight away and climbed back on, perfecting what she did wrong by the end of the lesson. My second Arlise, is a real girly girl who is thoughtful, compassionate and empathetic way beyond her years. She loves music and spends most of her time at home dedicated to improving on her flute playing skills which is her latest passion, and which by the way she is very good at. There’s talent there somewhere for sure. She can read notes, but often plays without them, instinctively knowing where to correct herself and plays just the right note at the right pitch. She has a brilliant ear.  She is also going through a sixties, flower power, peace loving stage and dresses the part too. My youngest Clarice, is precociously talented at acting. She has been taking lessons for the last two years and after attending an acting workshop run by a school based in Los Angeles who came out to Dubai a year ago, my husband and I have decided to send her over there at the recommendation of the director of the school. She knew from the age of 10 that this is what she wanted to do with the rest of her life. She eats, sleeps and breathes acting and we are preparing to send her over to LA for three weeks in July.

In addition to that, in June my eldest Rochelle is also going to Mongolia as part of the World Challenge that she has taken on through her school. They help orphanages while they’re over there, build schools…do whatever the aspiring philanthropist does. This will also run into three weeks, hence my chicken syndrome. The last few weeks have been a blur of applying for visa’s, filling out paper work, taking care of the necessary immunizations and getting kit lists sorted out. Whew!!  No rest for the wicked!

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