In the darkness of a power cut

Yesterday when I got home from work, I told myself to have an early night. As a matter of fact I had promised myself I would have an early night. But once I got the children settled and sat down to work on my computer, it was about 10 pm and I needed some me time. Time to unwind. Time to figure out what was going on with my friends on Facebook, around the world and in general to catch up with all the things I had not done during the day.

My body was telling me it was very tired. My brain was working in overdrive to keep up with all the thoughts that were whizzing through it. But I resisted the signs. Ignored them completely because one thing was leading me to another. I kept saying only 5 more minutes and when that 5 minutes elapsed, I would tell myself just another 5 more minutes.

My body was begging me to stop. To go to bed. To rest. To allow it time to rejuvenate. But I still could not resist looking at one more site or writing one more thing. Until as I was typing at about 11.05, everything around me just went black. My computer screen made that horrible sound it makes before it crashes. And then to my horror crashed right in the middle of my writing. The lights in the house went out. And I found myself sitting in absolute darkness. A blackout.

The storm had already passed us by earlier in the day so the power cut was completely unexpected from a logical perspective but from a spiritual perspective, I knew it was completely to be expected because I had been interfering with my inner peace. My inner quiet. The need for my body to rest and revive itself.

I didn’t panic. As a matter of fact I did nothing but sit there until a knowing smile crept across my face. I sat in that darkness knowing the Universe was sending me a direct message to just stop. It took away all the distractions that were keeping me from resting and shut everything down for me. Knowing I was incapable of doing it myself, the Universe took the decision away from me. I inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly. Accepting the darkness and stillness I found myself in. Accepting the message to stop and so I did. Appreciating that moment of silence. Of nothingness but everything.

My husband came walking through with a lighter. I asked him to light the candle I always have on my desk. Not for light but for meditative purposes. He lit my candle and I switched for a bit to my tablet to look at family photographs. To just wind myself down some more. And then I decided to just go to bed with only my candle as a means of seeing anything in my otherwise darkened home.

I felt slightly cheated because I was unable to do write in my grateful journal. My 50 year old eyes are not capable of seeing anything written in the low light of a candle. But I accepted I had put myself in this position because I had not listened to every atom in my body telling me, asking me to go to bed early. To relax early. So I did my grateful journal in my mind then wrote in my little one liner of the day book that I was grateful for the power cut because it made me stop. It also made me recognise just how much we take the things we cannot see and appreciate such as electricity for granted. How we expect it to be there every single second of the day and when it is not we realise just how much it powers our lives.

And once I wrote that down, I blew out my meditative candle and went to sleep waking only when I heard the whirring sound of the electricity coming back on in the wee hours of the morning. I got out of bed and turned all the lights out with gratitude and peace then went back to bed appreciating all that I can do with the power of electricity and even without it.

Knowing when my body is telling me to rest I need to rest and not resist, I must take heed before the choice is taken away from me. Feeling very content, I fell into a deep sleep. Grateful for receiving the gift of the Universe to stop in the complete darkness of a power cut. Namaste.

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Grateful for being spared the wrath of Tropical Storm Gabrielle

9-11. This day always conjures up memories of such bad karma and energy. Conjures up images and feeling of fear, anger, retaliation and despair.

So yesterday when I heard Tropical Storm Gabrielle’s closet point of approach was going to be at 1 in the morning of 9-11, I felt nervous. Worried that we could be facing some dark force. Such that when I left the office to pick up my daughter, the light outside as well as the air outside felt very oppressive. Ominous. Light but not quite light. Dark but not quite dark. A feeling of orange, red and yellow duelling to see which colour would be the most present. And of course all the colours felt overshadowed by the blackness of the clouds. The darkness of the sky. A feeling of everything being too close that the air needed to clash in order to break up. I felt the Tropical Storm Gabrielle was really coming to us for a reason.

Then when I got my daughter from her class, as soon as she walked out and took my hand she looked at the sky and said the air looks strange. The light does not feel right. Branches were snapping off the trees and were being blown across the streets. There was an eerie silence in the midst of the strange light. Anticipation. Apprehension. Anxiety.

As we were driving home she commented again about the strange light. She repeated out loud what I was thinking inside. It was neither dark nor light but something in between. We agreed that the air felt like it wanted to break. That it needed to break. By the time we got home the wind was howling. The roads were full of scattered debris. She even had to get out of the car to move a branch that was blocking the road to our home.

A feeling of what was about to happen permeating my whole body. It was our first brush with a storm for the hurricane season. Not even a week after one of our worst storms on record – Hurricane Fabian some 10 years before. And we were getting our first taste and reminder of how powerful Mother Nature can really be.

My husband on the other hand was not worried. He did not have the headache he normally gets when there is a true weather system with deep lows coming near to us. He also felt the winds were not that bad. He didn’t think we needed to panic. All he did was move the car so it would not be damaged by torpedo avocadoes being blown off the trees in the wind. Other than that he was calm.

After tucking our children in, I read with interest all the blogs, Facebook and twitter comments about the pending storm. Schools shut before the wrath of Tropical Storm Gabrielle was even known. The anxiety barometer rising. Our children’s school deciding not to make a decision until this morning. Calling my sister who has just returned home when I read her post about the haunting sound of the wind. Her statement resonating with me as I always feel the same way when there is that humming of the wind. Almost like something more is breathing and living beside us. I wanted to make sure she was not alone. Relieved to know my brother was there with her.

And then I went to bed. Trying to get to sleep before the winds picked up as the storm came closer to us. Howling winds and pouring rain always unnerve me. Awake me out of my deepest sleep so I like to get ahead of them when I can just so I can get some rest. Waking up at 1.24 this morning listening for the storm’s apex as this was supposed to be within the closet point of the storm, surprised to hear the wind had not changed much from when I went to bed at 11.30 the night before. Feeling somewhat comforted and grateful at the same time, I took advantage of the not so bad wind and rain and went back to bed. Falling into a deep sleep.

Waking up this morning at 4.54 to virtual silence compared to the night before. Feeling relief flooding through me. We had been spared the wrath of the storm. It had come and gone I knew but not to the extent predicted. Not to the extent feared. Realising it is 9-11 and how fortunate we are to have that storm behind us. The air silent. The winds dissipated. Thinking of how fortunate I am to have woken up this morning when others 11 years ago were about to face the worst form of destruction by mankind – terrorism.

Feeing so grateful for the storm passing us by without much damage and destruction. And realising the date does not have to be negative. Does not have to bring destruction. Just reverence and a moment of silence.

Remembering the posts posted last night that said ‘the shark oil was clhur’ and because the storm was called Gabrielle, we would be okay because the Ark Angel Gabriel would be looking out over us. And accepting when we go back to our natural instincts and native ways of being, we always know when we are being confronted with something that can harm us or not.

Grateful to be here and in tact with little to no damage but fully understanding the power of Mother Nature and our native customs and remedies, ‘the shark oil was clhur’ and my husband had no headache. Indicating there was no way we would get the worst of the storm.

Looking out my window this morning and seeing the stars twinkling behind the fast moving clouds. Filling me with great reassurance that this 9-11 was going to be okay. No problems at all. And for being spared the wrath of the storm, I am truly grateful. Remembering in silence those who lost their lives at the World Trade Center with reverence and grace. Namaste.

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First day of school

We made it through our first day back at school routine. And I am proud to say we were right on time. The first day of school is always full of apprehension, anxiety and some excitement. My daughter was looking forward to seeing her friends. My son okay about going back to school.

Waking up again at 5am to make sure I get to do all the things I need to do to start my day before everyone gets up. Forgetting that and still going to bed too late. Feeling it in the morning when I only get 5 hours or less of sleep. My children still trying to find their rhythm with going to bed at an appropriate time.

My son entering his first year of high school. Looking at him and seeing how much he has grown. Thinking back to the day when I first took him to preschool at the age of 3 and wondering where 11 years has gone since that day I held his little hand and let him go. To start his school life. Worried that he would think I was deserting him. Yesterday watching him just get out of the car without a kiss but still telling me he loves me. Seeing how tall he is. How deep his voice is. How much more of a man he has become over the summer. Realising how our eye does not see our children growing in front of us because we still think of them as the babies they were when they first came to us.

Dropping my daughter off next. Almost driving past her new drop off point. Forgetting she is entering her last year of primary school. Realising she is now the big girl in her part of the school. Thinking about how she has grown too over the summer. Waiting for her to gather all of her bags for all of the activities she has to do. Watching her looking so grown up in her uniform. Grateful for the kiss she blows me and her wave goodbye. Our eyes meeting and locking in that instant. A special mother-daughter exchange happening without words. An understanding shared before she turned and walked away.

As I was driving away, I thought about how quickly our children change. How quickly they grow away from us even though they will always be connected to us in spirit and in kind but each day they are becoming more and more independent. Realising how true the statement by Khalil Gibran is that we are vessels through which our children come. We only have them for a borrowed amount of time because their lives are their own to live. We are only here to guide them not direct them. To give them the wings to fly and become who they are meant to become.

Driving away knowing I must enjoy every moment I can with them while I have them. Support them in their dreams as much as I feasibly can. Encourage them to be themselves so they want to be in my space for as long as possible. Rather than trying to get away from me because I am trying to force them to be what they cannot be.

Getting to work thinking how wonderful it is to be a mother. To be a part of another life on this planet. To be important in laying the foundation and groundwork for my children so they can go out in the world as giving and compassionate global citizens. I hope and pray I am able to give my children the gift of self and love so they will have the tools to be givers in this world rather than takers.

And for the blessing and gift of motherhood, I am truly grateful and for the first day of school going almost like clockwork I am truly grateful. Back to routines again. Back to school. Onwards and upwards. The joys of motherhood. Endings and beginnings. End of summer vacation. Beginning of the school year. My daughter entering her last year of primary. My son beginning his first year of high school. Both beginning the new school year. My heart filling with pride, joy and love. Namaste.

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Taking the least expected path

Life sometimes takes us down paths we never expected

Brings us face to face with an obstacle we never anticipated

Asks us to examine where we want to go from here

Often in response to whispers we have been subconsciously asking the Universe

Those deep rooted and seated questions we need answers to

The ones that are buried so deep

We believe no one will hear what we are asking

That no one will know our real truths

Until those truths become too immense to contain

Even for our subconscious

Even for our conscious

Until they erupt and explode

Exposing us to the world

Exposing our deepest truths to ourselves through the lens of the world

And because we thought that truth was ours alone

We wonder how it got out

How it exposed us

We feel betrayed, ashamed, afraid, angry

A myriad of emotions

A feeling of nakedness

Of exposure to the eyes of the world

Staring back at us

Unblinking

Accusing

We fear the world will turn away from us

Make life difficult for us

We fear we will turn away from ourselves

Making life difficult for ourselves

We fear so much

That we stop

We surrender

Not in the good surrender

But in the ego based surrender

Because we can no longer take the heat

We can no longer explain

We can no longer hide for what we have asked for all along

It is during these times of our deepest darkest moments

That we are being asked to examine our deep rooted truths

To listen to what we have been asking for

Because it can no longer be contained

We can no longer be contained

We are being asked to decide what we want from here

Where we go from here

Do we go backwards to the place of discontent

Or do we face our ultimate question of what it is we want from life

And reach for it

Even in the midst of the world clamouring against us

When we are exposed

It is because we are meant to be exposed

And we are meant to become what it is we asked to become

We are given the opportunity in sometimes the most lonely way possible

To move forward

To be an instrument of change

To be the miracle we were sent here to be

It takes a very strong person to embrace

This path of the unknown

But when it is shown and taken

With truth, integrity and compassion

The path of the unknown leads us to the path of the known

And we discover once we come out of the overgrown

That we are free

Liberated to be who we asked to be

And that’s why we sometimes find ourselves on a path we never expected

Travelling down a road we never anticipated

Realising it was always our path

Our road to the place we are meant to be

With truth and grace and surrender

Namaste

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Some days

Some days I don’t know where to begin or what to write about

Other days the words come tumbling out of my head and spill onto the screen

Some days I feel like a fraud

Like I am not a writer at all but just a woman hiding behind a façade

Some days I feel like I can do anything, be anything

Other days I want to hide from myself and the world

Some days I understand why I am here and what I am meant to do

Other days I don’t know who I am and what I want

Some days I confront myself head on

Other days I don’t know what confrontation is

Some days I feel on top of the world

Other days I feel like the world is on top of me

Some days I feel like a good wife and lover

Other days I wonder why I got married and question what love is

Some days I love my children to death – like they can do no wrong

Other days I wonder where they came from and what they came here to teach me

Some days I love what I do

Other days I think there has to be more to life than this

Some days I sit and wonder

Other days I get up and do

Some days I understand I am no different from any other person

When I am honest with myself

I know that some days will be stellar

And other days will not

That what I must do on those days when I can accomplish

Is to accomplish and do

And not worry about the days when I could not and did not

To remember just like I am not always the same

Neither is life

And on those days when I don’t want to get up and do

That’s when I need to do so even more

Because it is on those days that I learn the most

About who I am and who I am not

It is on those days when I want to bury my head in the sand

That the sand is asking me to understand the whys of life

And to keep going and discovering

Until my writing flows

My mind blows

My confidence expands

And my joy abounds

Because it is on those grey days when life becomes crystal clear

There are no two days alike

Just a journey meant to be enjoyed

A life to be lived

And a destination that is never reached until the end

So just enjoy it as much as I can

That’s when the smile comes

The gratitude returns

And the sun comes back out

Filling the grey day with light

The light of my journey

Filling my spirit with love

Such that I can go out into the world

Filled with love, light and compassion

Knowing some days I will be up

And other days I will be down

And that's okay

And for this message I am truly grateful

Namaste

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We must be honest about who we are first

Honesty is one of the most liberating gifts we can ever give to ourselves because when are honest, we realise how easy it is to live. How easy it is to go to sleep at night and wake up in the morning without worrying about what we did the moment before. Honesty allows us to walk through life with little to no concern about what people will do or say but sometimes we confuse honesty with blurting out statements that are based on our own egotistical insecurities and not based on our inner truths.

When we are confronted with a situation that causes us to reflect on ourselves, we are being given an opportunity to heal but if we use that opportunity to point our finger at someone else for where  we find ourselves, we will find that eventually that finger pointing and accusation will come back to haunt us. We will find that we become more like the little boy who cried wolf. Eventually people will stop listening to us and instead will begin to see the cracks in the blame story we are carrying around with us. Eventually they will see that the story we are fabricating is actually a story about ourselves rather than a story about anyone else. Particularly the person we are trying to blame.

We need to remember that honesty must come from a place where we truly know its intent is pure not one to disguise the truth. Accuse or alienate. Just by telling someone how we feel about a situation does not mean that everything will go back to how it was. Sometimes it means the other person gets to understand more about who we are and then they can decide if they want to be in our space or not. Because sometimes our truth is not their truth. Sometimes our truth has more to do with the story we are telling ourselves than what we believe is actually the story about the other person.

When people start walking out of our lives or if we discover that we are facing the same issues and same types of people over and over again, we have to start examining ourselves to see what it is about our energy that is attracting these same people and events. Because those people who can help us the most will start to walk away from us and not even look back because they will sense our impure energy. They will sense no matter what they say about us, we will never be able to see it because we are so driven by ego that the truth about who we are and what we are projecting can never be seen by us.

Who we are, honestly are, is reflected in the energy we project. Not the words we speak. Not the way we look but rather in the essence of our very existence. People can feel who we are before we even speak. People are attracted to us by what they sense about us way before they even hear us say a word. So it is important for us to be honest about who we are before we can even attempt to be honest about anyone else or anything else. And that is why honesty begins with us and extends out beyond when we know who we are. And when we embrace who we are, honesty becomes the greatest gift we can ever give to ourselves. Honestly.

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Enjoying playing tourist with my children

Sometimes when we are overwhelmed it is better just to stop and to take stock. Go out where we are to see what we have. To be appreciative of all that is around as I did with my children yesterday afternoon. We took the day off and acted like tourists. Exploring our beautiful Island home and taking advantage of the sights people pay to come to see but is freely available to us in our own back yard.

We ventured down to the Grotto Bay in search of the giant water slide only to discover to my daughter’s disappointment that the slide no longer exists. Gone and no one could tell us why or when. She was devastated but we decided to enjoy the beautiful setting we were in and just have lunch.

After lunch we thought what the heck we might as well go to the beach and relax. Why waste the opportunity when it was ours for the taking. The wonderful beach attendant set us up with chairs, towels, umbrellas. Treating us like royalty. We felt truly special and privileged. As we were lounging we saw people going to the Watersports Centre then come back out with kayaks and paddle boards.

My children asked if they could rent one so they could explore. Of course my nerves kicked in at first about them going out on their own on a kayak but then I had to talk to myself. Remind myself that both of them are better swimmers than I am. Both are like fish in the water and love the water. And if I am trying to teach them independence I had to let them go.

They were so excited to be treated like grownups and took to their new responsibility with glee. I watched as my son, big brother, put his sister in the kayak making sure she was secure and then they were off. Paddling across the bay together. Stopped from time to time exploring some more and then moving again. I watched them thinking what a wonderful way for them to spend the afternoon. No computers. No TVs. No technology but just out amongst the azure seas beneath a canopy of romantic clouds scattered across the sky. Airplanes flying overhead. People swimming.

A wonderful and content silence filling me as nature embraced my energy. Bringing me back to what we are all about. Bringing me back to the fact that we are one. Of nature. Of the turquoise water reflecting back at me. Shimmering under the spectacular sun. Reminding me we are one.

And my restlessness settled. My anxiety gave way to not feeling guilty about sitting on the beach enjoying the fresh ocean air and its gently breeze. I was so caught up in the moment that I decided to cast aside my not interfering with the water policy and went in to join my children. To say they were shocked is an understatement. They kept looking around to see if a storm was coming because I was in the water. We laughed and played together. The two of them happy, we were enjoying the water together.

And then I dared to indulge myself more by diving under the water. My daughter screaming mommy got her hair wet to her brother. Both of them exchanging looks of shock. Looking at me like I had two heads! Me feeling like a million dollars because I had pushed my inhibitions to the side. My desire for perfection long gone as I swam around with my children. Not caring what my hair looked like or what I looked like. Sinking beneath the water several times as the water soothed my skin. My mind. My body and my soul.

Lying back in the water, listening to the silence of the day and inhaling the salty scent of the ocean as the salty water brushed my lips. Feeling so grateful for just letting go and being in the moment with my children on a tourist day in Bermuda. What an absolute treat. 

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Ramblings of my restless mind

I am feeling restless at the moment. Routines are off. Can’t seem to find my natural rhythm. Writing is eluding me. Creativity is evading me. All I want to do is rest. Do nothing. But when I do nothing, I feel guilty for doing nothing so my restlessness intensifies.

Seems like there are not enough hours in the day to do anything. But then sometimes the hours feel like they are stretching by endlessly. I seem to be in this in-between state. Between here and there but getting nowhere.

I am sitting out on my porch right now listening to the birds singing. Watching the temperamental weather changing every five minutes. Full sun one minute then dark overcast skies the next. My children are still fast asleep and because this is their last week of school holiday I am letting them rest because next week will be full steam ahead for all of us. Schedules overlapping. Needing to be in two places at once.

A cool breeze keeps wafting through the porch. Actually it’s more like a gust from time to time causing the windchime to resonate deeply after the gust passes. Stilling my nerves for a time with its harmonious chime. Even my writing feels all over the place today. Just as scattered as my brain. As my thoughts.

I can’t seem to motivate myself to do anything worthwhile because it’s almost like I don’t know where to start or what to do. Is it the air?  Still does not feel right for this time of the year. Still does not seem like we are in the right season. With the coolness of the air already. Granted it is September but September is usually our most humid month and yet the humidity does not feel as stifling as it normally does at this time of the year.

I am watching our little rabbit Mysty hopping around the porch. Trying to find her rhythm too. Like she does not know what to do. She can’t believe her luck that she is out at this time of the day during the week. She comes to be to be stroked and looks up at me with such appreciation and wonder. My heart melts.

Is this what life is trying to tell me right now that sometimes I just need to accept I won’t know what I am supposed to be doing and that I just need to go with the flow. Not trying to always have the answers because sometimes there are no answers. Sometimes there is no direction except to just be grateful for the sun, the moon and the stars. For waking up in the morning. For still worrying about what happens next because it means I am still alive.

So I am going to stop lamenting about what to do and just do something. Get started on something and be grateful for where I am as I am. The miracle I was sent here to be. Namaste.

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When we are our authentic selves

When we are attuned to our authentic selves, life gives us unexpected gifts. Unexpected road maps for where we are to go next.

Like this morning when I woke up, the first day of my time away from the office for a week and I sat down to meditate. To still my racing mind I remembered there was a bonus meditation from Deepak Chopra and Oprah so I decided to do take advantage of the bonus meditation entitled Miraculous Dynamism. And once I listened I knew I was being given a gift from the Universe to remember I am a force in my own right. That I get to choose the very essence that I send rippling out into the world. That I have a dynamism that is a wondrous power. As do you. As do us all.

As I was in the midst of my meditation, I could feel rays of light dazzling before my closed eyes. Almost like the world was on fire. Almost like diamonds sparkling in the light. And I felt my soul matching the light. My spirit dancing with the light. My whole being radiating with the light. And then I realised the dazzling light was reflecting my dazzling light. 

I felt the reason the sun was shining through my windows at my eye level was to capture me and pull me in. To remind me that my light comes through when I am ready to let it shine and no one can take that light away from me unless I allow them. Unless I don’t want to shine. Unless I am not being my authentic self. And no matter how hard someone tries to steal my light or the light of my family, I have to accept I am the owner of my light so only I can turn it up or turn it down or turn it off all together.

In order for my children to learn they control their own light I must be willing to shine my light as much as possible. I must be willing to use my energy in a positive way such that my light shines naturally through and they learn from my energy how important it is to have authentic and pure energy. Chopra said, “The message is not to put on a mask of cheerfulness or try to be positive all the time. People who are attuned to their own true self, will always sense when we are being authentic or putting on a persona or disguise. What is important is the awareness that through our energy or consciousness, we have an unlimited capacity to send out ripples that will help our planet and its inhabitants move in the most evolutionary direction from fear, hostility and unrest to love, compassion, peace and joy.”

To use the mantra today, “I use my energy to heal and transform” will help me to bring forth my light and to bring forth the best in those around me, those in my inner circle. To those who choose to be amongst people with a shining and embracing light rather than those who want to take the light for themselves. The light and energy of the Universe is abundant enough for us all. In other words, there is no need to feel like we are any less than anyone else. All we need to be is our authentic self not what we can not be.

Each one of us is here for a reason. Each one of us has a gift to share. When we remember this, we project our inner most selves and then we receive the gifts, treasures and abundance of the Universe like a magnet. As I did this morning in my meditation with the dazzling light of the Universe radiating throughout my being. As I understood this morning when I received the gift of the Universe. The voice of the One Source. And I felt aligned and supported by the rhythm of the Universe. And for this blessing I am truly grateful. Namaste 

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Our daughter showing us how important it is to let our children be who they are

Wow is all I can say. We are all just waking up this morning after a full and special day for our daughter and our family.

Our daughter walked away last evening with the Little Miss Paradise, Miss Congeniality, and Miss Photogenic titles in the Little Miss Paradise Pageant and she blew us away. And I am so glad we allowed her to pursue her dream. We were the sort of parents who thought pageants were frivolous for girls and did not want our daughter to be a part of that whole scene. But seeing her last evening come alive on stage with such poise, dignity and confidence we knew we had done the right thing by allowing her to be who she wants to be.

Our daughter researched the pageant, found it then came to us and asked us if she could enter. As parents, we were both hesitant about it as we are of the philosophy that children should develop their whole selves rather than just focusing on their physical selves and what they look like. But she told us the Pageant was not just a beauty contest that it was about building confidence and showing talents. It was about being on stage. Then we talked to her about how she would feel if she did not win the pageant and her answer was if she did not win, it would be just wonderful that she was on stage doing the best she could. And she would learn from that experience to take her to the next experience.

She chose every outfit she was going to wear. Her music for her talent. Her formal dress she did not want her dad to see until she had it on on the stage. She worked on her own to develop the answers she thought she would be asked. She didn’t want us to know how she was going to answer the questions because she wanted the whole night to be hers and not what we thought she should say. She wanted everything to be a surprise to us. And did she ever surprise us every step along the way.

From the moment she walked on the stage to the moment she walked off we were mesmerised by our daughter. By our little girl who set a goal for herself and more than exceeded it. A little girl who asked us to let her be herself not what we thought she should be. A little girl who showed us that when we follow our passions with dedication and truth, we will always come out on top. Always feel like winners. And last evening she stood amongst 6 other young ladies who all did the best they could, built lasting friendships with people she had not met before and gained so much more than just being in a pageant. She gained validation that as long as she is being true to herself and if it is her time, life will always reward her.

And what was priceless was when we were driving home and she said she felt bad for the other girls because she won everything, I knew we are raising our daughter right because even in her crowning moment, she was thinking about the feelings of the other girls.  Then when we got home, all of her friends and some of our friends had come to our house. All of them proud of her. All of them congratulating her and she being gracious to share her win with them. Our hearts swelling with pride for the young lady she is becoming and the friends she has by her side through thick and thin.

We would like to thank the Pageant organisers Mrs DeRoza, Miss Brangman, Miss Simmons, Miss Smith and Miss Galloway for all the work they put into our young ladies. A thank you to all of the other contestants. A job well done to everyone who took part in the Pageant. We are so proud of our daughter for just going for it and claiming who she is. An invaluable lesson for a young lady developing who she is. An invaluable lesson to us as parent to learn how important it is to let our children be who they are.

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