The fateful day had arrived. It was a Sunday - forget holy day or day of rest, this
was to be a day of unrest and pure wickedness. Preparations had been made all week
and on the day before the party, my boyfriend Peter and I brainstormed the coolest
Pirate antics for 5 year olds.
Beauty, a word we hear and read regularly, yet, somehow, I question whether we really
know how to define it? Apparently, as a western society, we do not seem to be too
bothered about questioning what ‘true’ beauty is.
It’s been an off-week. You know the kind – unproductive, uninspired and unimpressive.
I must admit though, one highlight does stand out from all the lowlights, our one
and a half year anniversary. My partner and I not only celebrate whole years of togetherness,
but also half years , as mushy as that sounds!
As a single mother, I have the tendency to assume that I am on my own solitary island,
surrounded by an ocean of ‘normal’ families. Yet, when I bumped into the mother of
one of my son’s classmates the other day, it turned out that she too was a single