WARNING: soppy post ahead…
This week I am turning 33. As someone who is prone to complaining and focusing on the negative, I thought my birthday was a good time to take stock of my life and focus on the positives because in the words of one of my favourite composers, John Bucchino, “grateful, grateful, truly grateful I am”.
I am grateful for my close friends who invest their time and love into moulding a caring and meaningful relationship with me.
I am grateful for my sense of humour that has turned dark times into memories I can laugh at over a glass of sauv.
I am grateful for all the shitty, tumultuous and sometimes abusive relationships that made me recognise and appreciate a good man.
I am grateful that after seven years I call that good man my husband and that every time I see him tickle our baby boy, I fall more in love with him.
I am grateful for my imperfect body that grew and continues to nurture a beautiful new life.
I am grateful for our often messy home that is filled with warmth, laughter and personality, and for our street full of talkative and supportive neighbours (bar one).
I am grateful to have spent 21 years of my life in the magnificent, vibrant and culturally diverse South Africa and to have witnessed the end of apartheid.
I am grateful for the organic supermarket in Seddon that always has stock of Joe’s Chocolate Ripple ice cream when I’ve had a bad day and for acknowledging my patronage with a 5% discount.
I am grateful that despite being given a 5-10% chance of conceiving naturally, we managed to fall pregnant without the heartache and stress of IVF that so many people we love have had to face.
I am grateful for our ‘defective’ pedigree fluff child Wilbur who loves burrowing into the back of my knees each night to share my love of trashy TV.
I am grateful that I married a man whose family is as loveable as he is.
I am grateful that my biggest financial worry is how I am going to afford a monthly facial, an over-priced maxi dress and our dog’s annual Christmas portrait.
I am grateful for Mondays spent with my mothers group who have alleviated the loneliness of being a stay-at-home mum.
I am grateful to live in a country where I can go for long walks with my baby and never feel unsafe.
I am grateful to have travelled extensively and seen sights that will remain perfect snapshots in my memory, that sunset in Santorini, walking through the villages of Cinque Terre…
I am grateful for a mother who can make me laugh like no other person in the world and who stays up past midnight every year so she can be the first to wish me a happy birthday.
I am grateful for a father whose intelligence, stability and love has created the foundation for my abundant and confident life.
I am grateful for my sister whose marathon Skype chats always remind me that I am a powerful and capable woman and a great Mum, and for my nieces who emanate all that is right with the world.
I am grateful for my son who moves me every day and who has redefined my life in the best possible way.
I am grateful that at (nearly) 33, my life is all that I imagined and hoped it would be.