I know what you're thinking - Here we go with the new year, new me nonsense. Well, not this time. This time, I'm determined to keep my resolutions for the entire year and I have this idea that if I write it down, I can hold myself accountable. And what better time to better yourself than a completely new year.
This post is dedicated to some superb mothers and dads. Without them, my maternity leave wouldn't have been the same. In June, I went to the 'Baby and Bump' antenatal class reunion. Bearing in mind that I'd only gone to 2 classes out of 6, due to pregnancy ailments, I hardly knew my class members but I was aware that they were local mums and dads. They welcomed us. We joined their whatsapp group which turned out to be a very supportive group. London is not an easy place to meet people so to meet people who are absolutely genuine, non-pretentious, won't judge you for your personal flaws or how you mother your son, isn't easy. I've been able to be honest about my health, about not bonding with my son immediately, about the stress in my relationship as a result of a child, about the flakiness through lack of sleep, about anxiety as a new mum. Meeting people who know exactly what you're going through at the same time as you doesn't happen every day. So the people I am most grateful for meeting this year are the 'baby and bump' couples. Thank you to all of you! You're good people.
I know. I know. I know it's the most advertised city in Morocco. I know it's tourist friendly with sufficient facilities. But I will explain why I say skip Marrakech. I landed in Marrakech's modern architecturally inspiring airport with a plan to travel from south to north with a few excursions to the far north and through the Atlas Mountains to the desert. I decided to make Marrakech the main focus of my journey. However, as I will explain, I found that there are far better gems in Morocco. I found it a shame that these other places are not advertised more because these cities and towns would benefit from the economy that tourism brings.
It's not an authentic Christmas if you don't leave it until the last minute, or so my friend once told me. But that's because as per usual, she runs out of time to buy all her gifts. If you're a bit like my friend, who always leaves things to last minute or if you're going through a mind block trying to figure out what to buy, I've got a few ideas for you... and they're available online. You won't even need to walk through the busy markets, or worse, Westgate. Ladies, send the link to your man to help him out. And fellas, snap these up quickly. They will sell out!
I haven't travelled over the seas in over 2 years. I feel like a freshie. Having accustomed myself to solo travel, I'm conscious of my health, safety and welfare when in a different country. But what happens when you travel with an infant?
Before I booked my flight, I had to ask myself several questions on the practicality. The first and of course, overall question, is how am I going to do this? Well, I had to remind myself that children are born in other countries too... and guess what, they survive. So this question should never stop anyone from taking a baby abroad.