Hi! I’m Renee – a mummy, a wife, and a woman on a journey of rediscovery.
Dave and I met over 15 years ago at an interior design function. It was fate. One of us didn’t want to be there and the other wasn’t meant to be. We locked eyes over a pool table and a couple of mutual friends introduced us.
Three months later Dave broke the news to me that he was moving to Dublin. A working holiday visa he had applied for had just been approved. I was in no position to go with him. I had a mortgage and was totally kicking butt in a management role at a TV station. I was a strong, confident and independent woman and didn’t want to lose what I’d worked so hard for.
Heartbroken, I watched him walk out the door not knowing if I’d ever see him again.
We kept in contact via email and phone, but it wasn’t enough. Even though I had backpacked through Europe the year before, I knew I had to get over there again ASAP and see what this was that Dave and I had and whether it was worth fighting for. We spent an amazing three weeks backpacking across Europe and immersing ourselves into everything it had to offer. We laughed. We shared new experiences. We fell even more in love.
When the holiday ended, we were at a crossroads. I didn’t want to give up my great job and Dave didn’t want to return to Oz. Neither of us was giving in.
Dave eventually came to his senses and returned to Oz. He moved in with me and we haven’t been apart since.
A year later, we moved to the UK for two-and-a-half years. An amazing two years where we explored the world and all it had to offer, made new friends, learned new things, and basically had the time of our lives.
Since returning to Oz, we renovated a house, built a house and found jobs. Oh, and we got married!
Dave is my rock. I admire that he’s his own man. He runs his own race and doesn’t care what anyone thinks. He’s a true individual. He’s talented, wise, calm, patient, and an incredible Daddy.
We’ve been through some real highs together in life and some real lows and we are stronger and closer because of it.
After we married, we were desperate to have kids. This didn’t happen easily for us, but after much heartache we were blessed with the birth of our first daughter.
Curly-locks (as I will refer to her in this blog) now six is a sweet natured, sensitive soul with a wild imagination. Her passions are books and dancing and boy does she dance like no one’s watching!
These three people are my world. They bring me untold happiness and make life worth living, and yet, I want more.
The road to becoming a mum was not an easy one for me. When I finally became pregnant I suffered horrendous morning sickness and lots of other delightful pregnancy ailments. By the time we welcomed Smiley into the world, I felt like a shell of a woman.
If you met me in my twenties, or even early thirties, you’d meet a fun loving, adventurous, strong, confident and career-driven woman. Now, in my late thirties, I feel some of these qualities are not shining as brightly as they used to. I think I have become so caught up in my role as mummy and wife that I’ve lost a little bit of who I am.
I want to be the absolute best version of me that I can be. I want to provide my daughters with a happy and carefree environment to love, learn and grow in. I want to inspire them and make them proud of me. In turn, I want to make my husband proud and show him that this tired, wild-haired woman that he comes home to everyday is the same smart, silly and fun loving girl he fell in love with all those years ago.
To be all of this to the people who mean the most to me, I need to make sure I take care of me first and be a little selfish.
Mummy, Wife, Me follows the ups and downs of parenthood and marriage and focuses on the importance of not losing sight of you in this journey.
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You can read more about how I got into blogging in my first post, A gift for me.