I have always loved the idea of “having it all.” It’s what we all feel we need to aspire to – the whole “Sex in the City” wardrobe, incredible career, perfect husband complete with perfect nails and hair (you – not the husband … necessarily… I see you David B) and an army of little people who look like they’ve just stepped off the pages of baby Vogue. And yes, to a certain extent, we try to perpetuate the fallacy that it’s an effortless feat to attain this – to reach this state of nirvana …
Ok, chicks, let’s quit the crap. Shit .. did I just say “Crap?” 😉 I am typing this post from my gorgeous suite in a hotel situated on the eighth wonder of the world. Am I sipping champagne in a monstrous bath-tub (the water restrictions in South Africa mean that this IS the ultimate luxury for me) and wondering what to wear to dinner??? Nope, I’m on my laptop, scrolling through pictures of my little people (instead of catching up on the 1001 e-mails and invoices, tax returns and proposals I need to work on) whilst expressing … yip, the juggle is real. Working motherhood is a wonderful juxtaposition of words which kind-of mean little. All mothers are working mothers – the idea of stay-at-home moms being on a perpetual holiday is ridiculous. On most days, going to work is a break compared to being at home non-stop cleaning and prepping food and washing and entertaining kids. I love working and I love my family. Does the fact that I’ve left my people for a week make me a bad mom? Nope. Happy mom means happy children (and happy husband, hopefully) and every mom has the right to choose her own path.
I love reading these magazines where it shows Victoria Beckham running around in vertigo-inducing heels and precariously balancing Harper on her hip bone while running her multi- million pound fashion empire. It makes me feel that one day, I can look like I have my ship together (I said “ship” now – not …). I love doing photoshoots and events and posting those pics on Instagram that make people say, “Wow, how does she do it?” That kind of makes me believe that I’m a momma-ninja that does have her ship sorted. They say “fake it till you make it” and I am doing my best to do just that. So, excuse me while I push the dirty dishes out of the way (and m0re specifically my frame) to take a picture of my perfect desk and perpetuate the idea that I am organised. And look the other way when I turn around my skirt as it has crusty leftover cereal on the front and I need to post an Insta-outfit shot that looks like I feed my kids without messing a single spoon on my self.
I’ll continue to perpetuate the dream that I have it all together and find solace in the fact that you “like” my pic and my vibe. Pretty pictures make me happy – yes, it might not be the real world, but it makes me feel like I’m managing the juggle and damn, it IS real 😉
xx Love and light,
P.S. Fashion illustration by the awesome Hayden Williams – cannot WAIT to show you my new illustrator’s work …