June 2015 Archive

Why I don't tell my daughters they are pretty

Posted Wednesday 17th June 2015   By Ericka Waller

I get told how beautiful my daughters are on a daily basis. People stop me in the supermarket to remark on their gorgeous hair and piercing green eyes. They are right, but I won’t tell my girls what they say. Instead I tell them they are valued. I tell them that they make me smile. I tell them they are strong and capable. I tell them I believe in them.

A tale of sibling rivalry

Posted Wednesday 17th June 2015   By Ericka Waller

So it was Thing-two’s birthday weekend. From Friday to Sunday it was all about the middle-one. Cakes, cards, presents, parties. This went down like a shit sandwich with the first born, so much so she’s been renamed ‘Well-Jel’. “It’s so unfair, it’s all about HER!” Well-Jel bemoaned, pointing an accusing finger at the birthday girl, who was knee-deep in wrapping paper. “Well, yes, but your birthday is all about you”, I said diplomatically. “NO, my birthday is all about Jesus, because I was born on Christmas eve”, she shot back. I pity the fool who marries my smart-mouthed girl. No flies on her.

How running helps me cope with being a single mum

Posted Tuesday 9th June 2015   By Ericka Waller

The morning after my husband left me, I got up at 7am and put the kettle on. I am not a hero, I just wanted a cup of tea and no one else was going to make it. When I found out he was seeing someone else, I had the ‘Mrs J Waller’ tattoo adorning my left buttock covered up with a giant Ganesh. I was not trying to be tough, I was just replacing one pain in the arse with another. I’ll never forget lying face-down on that cling-film covered operating table while a man with giant holes in his ears and no unmarked skin shaved my buttock. I remember asking, ‘Jesus, is that why he left?’

My inspiration friend - The Rat Man

Posted Tuesday 2nd June 2015   By Ericka Waller

I am very lucky to have some inspirational people in my life. People who do more than the average, who go above and beyond. People who get off their arse and decide to ‘be the change they want to see’. I’m honoured to call these people my friends. Over the next few weeks I'll be hanging out with them and blogging up some interview. Let's kick off with Woody.

Did my birth affect my baby?

Posted Tuesday 2nd June 2015   By Ericka Waller

So my middle-child did not have the easiest start in life. Fourteen overdue days, cramped inside me, in the hot summer sun preceded a long and drawn out induction. Her heartbeat dropped, my tears mingled with sweat as I pushed against nothing to get her out. “Come baby, cry for me” the midwife ordered as she briskly rubbed her down with a towel. My girl never cried that first night, but she did breathe, and blue turned to pink in my arms.