My life as a mom, draped in textures and prints.


February 2016

Running for (the love of) my life

I started running this week, after avoiding exercise for over a year. Running after my three year old constituted as my daily workout, but last week I was told to start practicing. I started last week Friday and ran for 2.06km, Monday I did 2.06km, and yesterday I managed to push a little harder and covered 3.66km. My personal trainer graced me with a break today. Zahraa, who happens to be my office assistant, is a half-marathon runner and a beast on the track, with over 500 medals under her belt. Tomorrow we’re on for 4km.

(You can now feel sorry for me)

Zahraa and I after our first run on Monday. My eyes were sweating.
Zahraa and I after our first run on Monday. My eyes were sweating.

I don’t usually just wake up and decide that I’m going to get fit or eat healthy – there’s always something specific that kicks off this phase, which I manage to carry through until winter arrives and all I can see are doughnuts and my bed.

So what happened? My daughter’s Sports Day taking place in March.

She’s three, and her school holds a fundraising Sports Day every year (this being her second year). Parents get to join in on the fun by participating in a moms or dads race. I enjoyed running and competed in athletics, from primary school, all the way to Matric, so I jumped at the opportunity to get involved last year, and this year will be no different. My daughter made me practice, at home in the passageway, outside in the yard, at her ma’s house, just about any where.

Niyaaz often says that I take it too far, sometimes, but I thoroughly enjoy competing and if I need to kick-start my exercise plan using her Sports Day as my motivation, then that’s what I’ll do…and did.

Last year, she was in red house, and we made:

  • pom-poms for cheering
  • we had ‘Hanaan’ stickers made to add to our red t-shirts
  • my brother (her uncle) had her name on the front of his car
  • both Hanaan’s grandmothers ran the granny race 🙂
  • I ran the moms race (and won)
  • her dad was off to a good start in the dads race, but took a fall 😀 (and he thought practicing was unnecessary)
Last year's Sports Day. Hanaan was red house.
Last year’s Sports Day. Hanaan was red house. Left is my mom, supporting her grandchild and bottom right is my brother’s car with Hanaan’s name on the front.

When we support, we don’t do it half way. Just like competing in any race, it’s 110%, and that’s what I do as a supporter and a mom. I give it my all.

Watch the video of the mom race I competed in last year! Go Red house!

Yes, you can hear Niyaaz laughing at the face I pull when I’m in it to win it!

This year, she says she’s in Green house, but we won’t start making any supporting material just yet, until her parent/teacher notebook reveals the correct colour house, cause that would be embarrassing.

By Friday, I’m hoping to cover 15km for the week. Also, Zahraa has decided to sign me up for the Slave Route Challenge fun run (5km). Who knows, this may just become my thing….

If you have any tips for a first time runner, let me know in the comments section, please 🙂 Someone told me about carbo-loading before a big race…I like that. If you have tips like THAT to share, hit me up!


12 hour days at the office and foot soaks

When I started this blog, I had no intention – or dream- for it. I love writing, and apparently, other people like my writing too, which is why, I guess, I get paid to do it. I write whenever I feel compelled to: when I can’t use my voice to express; when I need an escape. Just the other day I found my pregnancy diary. It did not include inserts of doctor follow-ups or an eating plan. It had a letter to my unborn child on every page, written to her as if she already existed outside of my body.

Hanaan, ready to step into a magical world at Uncle Paul’s Christmas Party (2015)

So, I’m writing today, because this week put me through my paces, and it hasn’t stopped. The thing is…I quite enjoy it and I’ve stopped feeling guilty about it. This week, my position as a project manager, writer and creative director, had me working 12 hour days. I’m at my desk right now, preparing for another long day.

While I do sometimes battle with guilt because during weeks like this, I see my daughter maybe one or two hours for the day, I’m a quality over quantity kind of mom.


The time I do see her, it’s magical. Like treating her to a foot-spa treatment at home (using all her natural products of course) or making yummy Rice Krispies and marshmallow sticky, chocolaty treats. (I remember making those as a kid…Mmmm)


She’s three. A three year old who understands that I absolutely LOVE waking up and going to work. Not because I want or have to, but because I choose to. I choose to show her that leaving her in the morning is a choice I make and stand by. That may sound harsh, but here’s the facts:

A year ago, she’d ask: Mommy, why are you going to work? I’d say: Because I have to, my darling. I set a precedent for her to believe that work TAKES me away from her. Now, when she asks, I say: Because I love what I do and I choose to go. For just over a year now, her understanding of the working world, at least my working world, involves love, choice and fun, and guess what, I still come home.


When we tell kids to share, we hear: we’re teaching them to be kind (nothing wrong with that), but what do they hear? If I have to share with her/him, I have less of what’s mine. (that’s a fact). I always try to say things like: “She does not have that particular toy, and she thinks it’s very interesting. Would you like to show her how cool that is?” Not always, but most times, she chooses to let go of her stuff even if only for a few minutes.

A few months ago, she got some money from her ma she found under the couch – a R1 coin. We stopped by the superrette for bread, and a kid (roughly five years old) approached us for money. Hanaan asked me why she asks for money. I explained that she may not have of her own, and if we can, and feel like we want to share, we should give to those who have less than us. We drove off after I checked my purse which had no cash. Between leaving the store and driving to the traffic lights a few meters away, she shouted at her dad to turn the car around. “But mommy, I have and I want to give it to her.” We immediately turned around, and she gave the money (the only money she believed she had) to the little girl. I told her that it was a very nice thing to do. She didn’t say anything. She didn’t have to. Her face showed me that she got so much more than a R1 could buy.

I always try to be a mom who is present. Present in the moment, present to her feelings, her reactions, the connections she makes. It is my feelings, reactions and connections I make in her presence, that she absorbs and uses to form her own view of the world.

I want her view to be hers, not mine.

Here’s to a long and productive Friday, because I know there are 10 little toes waiting for me to massage them this evening 🙂 And to top it off, she always insists on doing mine afterwards 😀

Happy Friday, all!






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