I was a wife, but always a Mother...

With my beautiful group of mummy friends with our little princesses. Life is good. And I am humbled.

Our Bambina shoes - matching set for mama and Bel.

3 days till we usher 2011. For many, the new year is welcomed with such festivities. Some take this time to renew vows and goals, or to extend resolutions that were not resolved in the year that has been. Others take it as a fresh start, a clean slate - a motivation to all things better, brighter, wiser.

2011 is going to be just that for Isobel and I. It's been 2+ years since the whole fiasco and naturally it's been a very tricky journey - but again, as mentioned over and over; I firmly believe there is goodness in this. A blessing in disguise. God has only given us resilience and I have faith that slowly, I will run again. Free from the fear and the intimidation. I have inner peace in things that is so hard to explain - and I can't wait to start a new life, my own unit - as MelB puts it "a blended family".

Here's a poem I would like to share with you written by a fave poet of mine. God bless you all.

I know why the Caged Bird Sings - Maya Angelou

The free bird leaps

on the back of the win

and floats downstream

till the current ends

and dips his wings

in the orange sun rays

and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks

down his narrow cage

can seldom see through

his bars of rage

his wings are clipped and

his feet are tied

so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings

with fearful trill

of the things unknown

but longed for still

and is tune is heard

on the distant hill for the caged bird

sings of freedom

The free bird thinks of another breeze

an the trade winds soft through the sighing trees

and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn

and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams

his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream

his wings are clipped and his feet are tied

so he opens his throat to sing

The caged bird sings

with a fearful trill

of things unknown

but longed for still

and his tune is heard

on the distant hill

for the caged bird

sings of freedom.