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It’s a verb…

My little girl has her first crush. Although it is all so cute and innocent, I am kinda sad. Sad cos it means that my baby girl is growing up… but I am all grown up about it (Big up to Mummy)…

So like a normal girl in like… Mr Dude does something every day that entices my little madam further into gaga land.

As we chat and giggle about it, I can’t help but think about how innocent and simple things are at that stage in our lives. … I can’t stop thinking about how things change. I was once just like her.

Then we grow up a little more. And by the time we reach our twenties, love and romance takes a different turn. Movies, Society and Media has made romance to be flowers, and candy and jewellery. It becomes materialist. It becomes a matter of wining and dining. It becomes something that it really shouldn’t.

Sadly, this idea sticks until life hits you when you much older, when children have entered your life, when adult responsibilities take over and time becomes more precious. I think that’s when, love and romance proves true. That is when you realise that love is a verb. I say this, because I think a lot of people don’t understand what real romance is. I didn’t for a very long time too.

Anyone can buy flowers, chocolates and jewellery.

The truly romantic things in life are those little things you do every day to show you care, and that you’re thinking of them …

It’s in the …

The way you holds hand when you falling asleep.

The random text in the middle of the day, just to say “I love you” or “I miss you”.

The way he stops to kiss you when he passes by.

It’s putting the TV on pause so she can tell you about her day

Or laughing at his jokes, even the really lame ones.

It’s receiving a cup coffee as you step out the shower

Or taking out the trash because she hates it.

Its lazy weekends when the kids are not around.

It’s the look in his eyes, even with you messy hair and gown.

It’s a handwritten message in his lunch bag.

It’s catching him staring while watching movies.

It’s in the minuscule moments of the everyday, camouflaged as dull comfort.

Love isn’t about buying, it’s about giving. Love isn’t about saying, it is about showing.



A working mother who lives in Johannesburg. I thrive on coffee to keep me sane, music to soothe my soul, reading to pretend that I am clever, and most importantly my kids to know that I am loved.