I’m thirty years old and I’m still learning the makeup basics. As a child my mother never wore make up so there was no practising with hers as I was the oldest daughter I didn’t have a big sister to learn from. I was twelve when I got my first foundation. My skin is in between shades and the ivory made me look even paler. The beige was too dark so I walked around with a makeup either too light or too dark for a couple of years on the rare occasion I wore it and let’s not forget the dredged makeup line on your jaw.
My identity for the past seven years has been Mum. I know I’m more than just a mum but who am I really? I had my first son at age twenty three and they say your twenties are for finding out who you are and what you want. Now I don’t regret having Master J so young but maybe I missed that memo. I became so absorbed in my role as his mother and it is the most important role that I will play. I don’t think I knew who Kelly was before he was born. I was going through a stage of pretending to be someone I thought people wanted me to be, of whom I thought I wanted to be, someone who fitted in.
We finally tied the knot on October 16th 2016 after a three year engagement. That’s quite long for some couples but we both decided we wanted to enjoy the engagement period instead of rushing to plan our wedding.
Some days are harder than others. Like today. My morning started with a bad headache and back pain. I got ready, dropped my oldest son at school and took my husband to the bus stop. Master T was being cute saying I love you and signing along to songs I was playing while I was folding washing. Then it started. Continue reading
In my late teens I decided that I didn’t want children. I wanted to get married at twenty five buy a few dogs and be done. It’s not that I hated kids because I don’t and I had done plenty of babysitting in my teens but I was worried about stuffing my kids up. As kid I had heard numerous times from adults that if they knew what having kids was like before they had them they wouldn’t have had any. Are kids really that bad?
I was going to come up with a creative title for this post but I’m not that kind of mum.
It’s no secret that I’m vegan and have been since December 2016. However my children aren’t vegans. Yes they eat a lot vegan foods since both myself and my husband are the cooks in the house and we make a lot of vegan meals. Master J being a seven year old knows mummy is vegan and knows that means I choose not to have meat and he already knows that I can’t have dairy because it makes me sick. He has declared himself not a vegan and has stated that he will not be a vegan.