Wise parents listen as much as they speak

We were all taught while growing up, the importance of listening to our parents. Not to mention how detrimental to our physical being it would have been if we didn’t. We were always told that parents know best and because they always wanted better for us, that we should heed their never-ending advice.


Likewise, we are always told about the realness of intuition – that we all have it, we should listen to it and that it should never be ignored. It has even gone so far as being said that not listening to our intuition is why things sometimes go wrong in our lives.


As an educator, I have noticed that many parents haven’t learnt how , or don’t want to mesh the two concepts. We were all born with intuitive qualities, some sharper than others, of course. So why do parents not ‘listen’ to their children about the path they want to take. I have realised that the answer is simple. It is fear. In most cases, parents are scared that if they leave big decisions to the child, a bad decision will result and a life-path would be wrong.


However, I am in contact with teenagers day in and day out, and some are very clear on what they want to do. When their dreams differ from the path already planned for them by their parents, the result is usually a very unhappy teenager.
It is worth the effort to get to know your children for who they are and not for whom you hope they become. So many of them have a sharp sense of intuition that shouldn’t be ignored. Dreams can and do become reality and sometimes they know what they want to do with their lives. If you force them down a particular path, they may achieve some of what you want, a certain lifestyle and salary, but they may not achieve the happiness and job satisfaction that their intuition has them seeking.


The last thing we want to do is kill a spirit, that fire, that enthusiasm and passion for what they believe in. We tend to nurture that curiosity and enthusiasm when they are toddlers and infants, but then want to quell it, even chastise it as they become older and their intuition sharpens.


A particular student stands out. She desperately wanted to choose business subjects so that she can get her Business degree, get herself further qualified, because she wants to own her own spa. Her mother insisted that she must choose the sciences because if her spa ‘fantasy’ falls through, what good job can she possibly get with those qualifications. Her argument was that since the student was young she always wanted to be a doctor. The child’s response was that she was 4 at that time. I tried in every way I knew to convince the mother otherwise. As I looked at the student, having failed in my attempts, the child silently mouthed to me, ‘Thank you, Miss, but don’t bother. It’s ok.’ I saw a look of defeat and dejection on her face that I felt inside of me. Her life flashed before me. A successful doctor, unhappy but rich, resentful every time she went for a mani, pedi and facial.
Sometimes it’s worth listening to the younger ones because they may actually know better than us at times. And what is success really?


Women’s role in wanting the perfect man

During my younger adult life, I always wondered, and of course hoped that I would meet the perfect man. For so long, and even during my first marriage, I would often hope that my partner would be more ideal, more of the picture I had in my head of what a perfect man should be.

It took a long time, and some failed relationships, for me not to just accept, but to accept gracefully, that there was no perfect man. The ideal only existed in my head. Not only did I accept this, I actually started to question my role in the quest for the ideal.

After some painful and embarrassing reflection, I saw in multiple instances in my past where I would have been the catalyst for deriving somewhat tarnished behaviour from my partner. Things, for which I would have blamed them, could have occurred so differently, and possibly more ideal, if I had behaved differently, if I had reacted better, if I had been more constructive and less destructive.

Being single helped me to discover and uncover different and new truths about myself. I realised that instead of concentrating on meeting or being with the ideal man, I should work on being the ideal woman…the ideal me. The woman I had become was not the woman I wanted to be or was meant to be. She wasn’t necessarily the woman I always even liked.

The mistake I made and the bad habits I had gotten into were at dear prices. The battles I thought I won along the way were not even worth it. Therefore, the onus was now on me to improve who I was as a person, and then as a partner.

I did the work I felt I could have done, given everything I was dealing with, and I finally felt like I have made some improvements. What I realised as a result of all of this self-realisation and self-reflection, is that being a better mate tended to bring out the best in your partner.

I am recently re-married to an amazing man. He used to ask me, I believe jokingly, how come I’m so perfect. It is a question that quietly and repeatedly embarrasses me, knowing how many mistakes I have made in the past, and how many I am probably destined to still make.

But recently, soon after our marriage, I realised something new…Yes, I may have tried to make improvements in who I am and who I want to be and who I no longer want to be, but that may not necessarily be the sole reason for who I am to him.

Being a better partner has come from being with an amazing partner. When you are with someone who trusts you, you become more trustworthy; when you are with someone who respects you, you give respect freely; when you are with someone who puts your needs first, it is effortless to put their happiness first…and the list goes on.

If we all try to be good mates, we can only hope that those with whom we share our lives are moved to do the same. There are no guarantees of this result, but it’s our best plan.

So to answer to my husband’s question is simple….I am by no means perfect….but you truly bring out the best in me.



Forgive in order to heal?

For most of my adult life I’ve been told to forgive SO THAT I can heal. I have tried it time and time again. Whenever I feel that someone has hurt or betrayed me, I would try very hard to forgive, so that I can heal and move past it. What always bothered me was WHY I had to TRY to forgive…why was it such an effort, why didn’t it come more easily? So then I would just make the conviction that I have forgiven and moved forward, only for those feelings of hurt and betrayal to resurface.

I thought I was healed, what happened?


Then I realised that, for me, I had to heal first before I could forgive effortlessly. It was only then that the forgiveness came willingly and without reproach. Healing, though, is just as difficult to will. I realised, the hard way and after many failed attempts, that healing had to occur on its own time, in time. For me, I had to just be still and let it be. When feelings of resentment and hurt surfaced, I had to breathe through it and try to release it from that moment. After many, many moments like that and a whole lot of time, healing eventually occurred, on its own time. After that, I realised that forgiveness also occurred on its own, without me even being an active part of that process.

So what I learnt about myself is that healing and release have to occur within me before I could forgive for all the right reasons, not just because God said I should, or because I am supposed to, but because I can.



Change by choice. Change by ultimatum.

When the people closest to us do NOT change to cater to our needs, wants and insecurities, we often and categorically say that people can’t change, that they don’t, that a leopard never changes its spots.
People change for the right reasons – their reasons. To expect someone to change because we need them to, is unreasonable and unfair. People change because they WANT to, not because they are being FORCED to.


All we can do is explain how someone’s actions affect us, understanding that ours affect them as well. If someone makes changes because of an empathy and understanding then it means they are changing because they want to.
We often expect others to change, with no intention of making changes in ourselves, since we always prefer to believe that the problems we encounter are the faults of others.
So I realised that people do change and they can, but they do so if and when they want to. I also realised that change because of free-will is more appreciative than change because of an ultimatum.



Not everyone we lose is a loss

People have entered my life for spurts of time….some spurts lasting much longer than others, and some entering repeatedly. I have come to realise that people enter my life for a reason and thus a season. I never understood it in my younger days but in the past few years, it all started to make more sense.

I believe that The Universe/God needs us to learn certain lessons to protect ourselves, to become more whole, to be better people, to understand more. When we don’t learn the lessons on our own, we need some help. So I believe that people enter our lives to help direct us to the lesson. Unfortunately, these are sometimes the people who cause us much hurt and pain, sometimes repeatedly, until the lesson is learnt.

These people help us to see things in ourselves that we were unable to see on our own. Others show us the truth about circumstances and situations in our lives that we need to change. Some even bring us the joy and strength we may need at the time.

When the lesson is learnt or the change is made, people either remain in our lives because they were meant to, or they leave as a result of the lesson or change. When we have to allow them to leave, or leave them, it hurts, we feel such a loss. But sometimes I just take a step back and analyse what just happened.

Those times of solitude makes me realise that they came into my life for a reason but were not necessarily meant to stay. Losing them isn’t a loss…it is often a gain. I gained knowledge, I learnt something, I changed something. So I allow them to go, thankful that their purpose was served, accepted and appreciated.



Not All Men Are Dogs

There are good, even great men in this world. Women tend to stereotype their taste, limiting themselves to same genre of men….usually those closer to the canine species. We repeatedly make poor choices, then complain that there are no good men.

But that’s not true. What has to change is how we see ourselves and thereby seeing differently, what we deserve. It also comes down to what we consider happiness to be. We often need the excitement of relationship problems to feel alive, normal even. So it starts there.


We must re-vamp what determines our happiness; what we need in our lives; what is good for us; what we choose. I have had the best example of an amazing man in my life, my grandfather. Yet for so long I made the poorest choices in a partner.


Eventually, I stopped. And i met an equally amazing man who has thrown my life into a complete and happy disarray, forcing me to learn all over again, everything I thought I already did.


It’s all in how we perceive ourselves….our choices reflect that perception.



Life at 38 – I was divorced, single and happy but experiencing societal hypocrisy at its best.

I had very interesting conversations with some most lovely women this weekend…some were my cousins, some were my old friends and some were new ladies I met. All beautiful, ambitious, sexy, intelligent in their own rights.

Societal hypocrisy has reached an incredible high when it comes to women and men and their sexuality, dating practices, marital status:


– men can date as many different women that they’d like and it’s fine with everyone. If women, who are single adults, do the same, we are labelled as so many things that I prefer not list.


– most men take the barest care of their bodies and it’s fine. If we grow older, gather some proof of living on us, along the way, and our bodies aren’t perfect, we are less desirable.


– if men just want to have sex with a woman and not pursue a relationship, that’s a man being a man. If we do the same saying that we too have needs, we are loose, for want of a less charitable word.


– if men want a relationship, he’s one of the good ones. If we do, we are too dependent, clingy and don’t like to be alone.


– if a single man has a child, he’s such a good single parent, admirable of course. If a woman does, she’s somewhat of liability to a single man, who doesn’t have a child. Way too much baggage.


– if a man is divorced, he has experience and will know how to do better next time. If we are, well…..don’t even think about a never-before-married-man wanting to marry you. Way too much baggage.


– if men are comfortable with their sexuality, that’s confidence. If we are, that makes us wild….and that’s not the W-word I meant.


Who wants to settle down with a woman who has been single for a long time and has been enjoying HER life, the one she maintains, the one she takes precautions in? No one.
Who wants to marry such a man….anyone really…






Betrayal by men or women…which is worse?

Betrayal is an equal opportunity perpetrator of hurt. It doesn’t seem to matter who we are or what we have done. Once betrayed, we forget all of our own transgressions and see only the betrayal bubble in which we are caught. Betrayal causes us to doubt all that we knew and thought and felt to be true, leaving us wondering if we ever knew anything at all.

Women are somehow accustomed to being betrayed by the men that we love. It is almost like an unspoken societal expectation placed on us to expect as little as possible from the men with whom we share our most intimate selves. But what happens when the betrayal comes from the women, the best friends, with whom we share our entire selves; the friends who are our family; the women who cry and bleed and hurt and celebrate when we do. This betrayal cuts deep into our very being, unleashing a madness that has no explanation. Why? Because we never saw it coming.

There are certain codes among sisters and best friends and even just among women that are sacred, so sacred and understood they need not even be formally discussed. Maybe that’s part of the problem. Perhaps what is obvious to some is of lesser consequence to others. After all, when men betray us, they often need a woman’s assistance for complete success. These very women are also sisters, cousins, mothers, aunts and best friends, so maybe this is where it all starts….with us, the women – perpetrators of betrayal.

The proverbial rug was pull out from under me when my best friend of almost a decade was exposed for breaking a cardinal rule – she was encouraging another best friend to see my ex behind my back for close to a year. To compound it all, the collective decision was taken to go to lengths and take extreme measures to hide it from me,  ‘to protect my feelings’, ‘because they didn’t know how to tell me’. The bobbing and weaving went on for some nine months before they thought I knew the truth. Never did I see it coming. As the rug was jolted away, I was somersaulted into the air. Those five seconds of flying, just before the full extent of reality had sunk in, aren’t so bad because there is an element of doubt – maybe it isn’t what it seems. Maybe she didn’t encourage the match. Maybe she didn’t host soirees for them to meet as I sat home in blissful ignorance. Maybe they didn’t change his contact name on the phone, desperate for me not to figure it out. During the tumble, I started remembering all the signs that I willingly ignored, knowing better along the way – the numerous times I asked what was wrong because I sensed the drifting; his friends joking to my acquaintances that my friend was his new plaything; his neighbour telling a co-worker that my friend would be there all hours of the night; an old friend seeing them together at undistinguished drinking establishments. My cousins greeting them while out for drinks, confused, needless to say. But after the somersaulting comes the landing. You would think that a dancer of thirty seven years would land with a semblance of grace and strength. However, the landing was more of a continuous roll, with an attempt at a tuck, down a flight of winding stairs. Then as reality hits, the confusion becomes clear.

Somehow I had decided to skip the banter of the ‘why’ and ‘how’ and ‘why’. Practicality prevailed, quickly forcing me to accept that this is what it is. Preserving some grace and dignity amidst what seemed to have been public humiliation was of utmost importance. There was also the prevailing element that if I became angry, I would appear as though this was really about my ex, and I surely couldn’t have that if I was going to appear graceful and unaffected. So at the bottom of the winding staircase, I checked for bruises as I decided that playing it cool was the just what the doctor ordered – a reasonable and hopeful prognosis after such a tumble. As I got my footing to stand after such a fall, the air seemed to be clearer on the way up and the prognosis was questioned.

When men betray us in relationships and marriages, anger is accepted and outbursts are expected. It is our right to end those liaisons and if we didn’t, and stayed with the betrayer, we would then deserve all other manifestations of infidelity, dishonesty and betrayal to come our way at their hands. So what was so different when best friends betray? Why are different levels of acceptability existent depending on who does the betraying? Instantly, it had all become clear and a new prognosis emerged – instantaneous cutting of ties.

I realised that I need not be concerned about how I appeared to betrayers. I was angry and I was hurt – why should I pretend I wasn’t? They lied to me; they hid the truth for an extended period; they had no idea how much I actually knew and for how long. They were so consumed with covering tracks that they didn’t see all the glaring signs that I knew what was developing. The moment it hit me and everything came full circle, was still painful, but some processing did occur.

Betrayal by others makes you start to betray yourself and all that you know to be right and true. It causes you to doubt all that you believed about yourself and about others. The challenge was to get past the betrayal and reconstruct some normalcy after this blow. Moving forward and leaving the lies behind isn’t as straightforward as it sounds because essentially you are moving forward without a huge part of you intact – your best friends. So betrayal is really so much more about a loss – a loss of your family, your people, and your support in times like this. So apart from actually dealing with the disloyalty, you are also dealing with dealing with it alone.

Society tells us that we must forgive in order to heal; we must let go of the pain and anger in order to feel free and be able to move on. Now forced to recover from this tragedy, I started to question forgiveness and how it actually works. Does forgiveness really come before the healing; does it come so THAT we can heal. I am not sure I believe that. I didn’t know how to force myself to forgive when I wasn’t actually feeling it. What made sense to me was to take some time to process it all, think about it, cry about it, be angry about it, and question it. As time passed, I got no answers, but I did get a sense of peace that I knew the truth and that I had cut it out of my life. There was a comfort knowing that I was not accepting disloyalty as part of my relationships and even though I lost two best friends, I now knew the that they never really were my friends. It was better knowing who they really were, than keeping them in my life so that I had the false sense of best-friend comfort.

Forgiveness didn’t come until after healing had started. Therefore, forgiveness is a by-product of healing, rather than being the catalyst for healing. According to Psychology Today, ‘’the other primary function of forgiveness is relationship detachment. Detachment from an emotional bond occurs at the point when you become able to think about your betrayer without significant positive or negative emotion. In other words, you’re “over it.” That kind of forgiveness is described as bringing “peace.” Unfortunately, detachment through forgiveness is rare’’.

Life after betrayal must be taken slowly. It entails some understanding, a lot of letting go, accepting that answers will not offered. Sometimes we have to accept that people have different standards than us. They see things differently and their truths tend to vary. We may never understand why people do what they do with no care or concern for the consequences. We can only control what we do in response and in the future. Life isn’t equal and God is not communist – he didn’t make us all the same. All that can occur is that a lesson be learnt – that lesson differs from one betrayed to another. You learn things about others and are reminded of qualities in you – all lessons in some degree or another.

My lessons are now clear. Even though I knew it before, it now took shape. I would never hurt those dear to me and remain unaccountable for my actions, more angry that they were angry at me for wronging them. I would say sorry if I transgressed someone. I could forgive transgressions in time but I would never forget the capabilities of those who betrayed me. I won’t let a deceitful experience make me believe that our entire gender is untrustworthy because I won’t let this experience make me bitter. I don’t need to share all of my experiences with those closest to me, in order to feel close to them. I may not be better than them, but I am different. I am me.


Life thereafter….

Do unto others

I’ve been guilty of not following this lesson. For that I am sorry.

It is always so easy to post on social media about our accomplishments, good deeds and intentions. It is far harder to post about all the ways we went wrong, all the ways we made situations worse, all the ways we were hurtful to others.

When we feel that we have been trespassed against, reactionary hate seems acceptable at the time. But is it really? We all understand and accept that two wrongs don’t make a right, until we feel the pain of betrayal, wrongdoing, accusations. Then somehow, that rule no longer applies to us. For this, too, I’ve been guilty of, and for that I am sorry.

There are some transgressions that are harder to move pass than others. For example, where I have happily forgiven my ex-husband for all that i felt he had done, understanding that it takes 2 to make a marriage work, I will still have no desire for a friendship with him. His transgressions were repeated, deliberate and well calculated.

But there are other types of hurt that are less intentional because the truth is…life is messy. Nothing is perfect. None of us are perfect. We make mistakes. And most of all, in retrospect, we could ALWAYS have handled things better than we did. This too I’ve been guilty of, and for that I am sorry.

Time really does heal all wounds, once we let it.

I am so happy that my friends and I were able to sit and talk things out like we probably should have a long time ago. But again, in retrospect, we didn’t exactly handle things as well as we could have.

There is a freedom in forgiveness and a peace in leaving anger behind that cannot be compared to any other form of happiness….except maybe in shopping.

Things may never be the same, and that’s ok. But at least, we were finally mature enough to do what needed to be done….forgive.