So the time has come to say good-bye to my son. Thought I would be okay. Had all my feelings in order and accepted that he is here to stay in Dubai. Until I had to say good-bye. Found myself in tears no matter how hard I tried not to.
The last few days have been amazing. It has been so nice to see 3 of my 4 sons interacting and having fun. I am going home slightly bruised and battered from being caught in the cross fire of them play fighting, kicking, punching, and biting each other. (Boys will always be boys.)
The main topic of conversation over the last few days has been about boobs, or wanking, or jacking off or why their zippers can’t stay up due to the size of their you know whats. As a mother of 4 boys, I learnt to tolerate this kind of conversation a long time ago and now just smile.
It was great to be in Dubai again after leaving 4 and a half years ago. Nice to see that they survived the financial crisis and have managed to come out on top. This can only be a positive sign to the rest of the world. Dubai was one of the worst hit back then. It is definitely bigger and better and there is a lot more of a vibe here than there used to be.
Hubby keeps asking if we should move back. Hmmm – very difficult decision. I have become my own person over the last few years. I hate being told what to wear or how to act. I want to show my tits or shoulders off if I want to. Not to mention the number of blogs I have not been able to read over the last week due to them just being blocked. You would be surprised at how many sites are blocked here – and you have no recourse. It is not a democracy – you accept and do as you are told. Yes, everything works, you are in probably one of the safest countries in the world, you are looked after, everyone treats everyone else with respect. But is it worth it? Not so sure when you are a woman!
So I return to South Africa in the morning with a smile on my face. My heart is saddened about leaving my son behind, but I know he is in good hands. (Love you dearly my son!)
Ciao for now