Butterfly Moments


butterfly moment

My Nearlynonteen had his butterfly moment today. That moment when he finally spread his wings, ready to fly. He had the first of his A level exams this afternoon, and by ten o’clock this morning he was pacing the floor with a major case of nerves. He has worked hard for this, condensing two years work into one, and juggling two jobs at the same time. So those wings were spreading already. But today he was angry. With his friends, who hadn’t bothered to study, who couldn’t understand why he was so concerned about doing well. That’s when I knew the butterfly moment had arrived.

Darling Daughter took herself off to Nepal for six months when hers struck, to live up a mountain in the middle of nowhere, with a family who spoke no english, to teach sexual health to teenagers. Loved it so much she did the same thing in Cambodia the following year!! Eldest Boy went to Uni, moved in with his girlfriend, ignored all those who said “It will never last!!” and ten years later the two of them are still blissfully happy and having a ball!!

Mine was at seventeen, when I left home, moved to Edinburgh, and had the most amazing two years of my life!! The Eighties were a good time to be a teenager, and a hairdresser to boot!! I spent half my time in London, did hair shows in the States, prepared models for photo shoots, and partied like there was no tomorrow!! I met my Bestest Friend Ever, and was still with my Torn-Apart. I could run in ridiculously high heels, and dyed my hair a different colour every week. I lived every second of it, let the sun shine on my wings.

So the Mum in me felt a pang when I realised that he was going to fly. But the rest of me thought “Yes!!” Because I want him to relish his butterfly moment, every damn second of it!!!

P.S. Just thought you might get a bit of a chuckle from these photos!! Looking at them, I was less of a butterfly, more of a Death’s Head moth!! It was the Eighties, that is my only defence!!



....... and after!!!

……. and after!!!


About Thewitch

Nikki is a half centenarian, an eternal teenager, and mother of four geniuses. In her previous incarnation, she was a famous Parisian courtesan, and witch, thus explaining her habit of talking to the moon in french. Due to her inability to control her thought/speech processes, she writes about life, love, laughter and anything else that happens to spill out. Those of a strong constitution can read more on her About page.

18 responses »

    • Thank you!! My geniuses call the picture on the right scary mum!! Hahahah!! Used to take me three hours and a large bottle of wine to create that face!! πŸ˜€


  1. Wondering what you really looked like, obviously the first picture is a REALLY good photo of you, and the second one is taken from a magazine, and is not you at all – isn’t that right? What do you mean No? How could I have been mistaken, surely you are “normal” πŸ™‚
    Loving the makeup, you were obviously very “out there” at that time. Question: do you make up like this still?


    • Hahahah!!! I would love to say yes, but due to my appalling eyesight, I now have to do my make-up by feel only, and then spend ten minutes trying to find my glasses again, because I can’t see them without my glasses, and do a major bit of excess mascara on cheeks removing with a cotton bud!!! There is also the matter of a distinct lack of funds due to a surfeit of large demi-adults eating me out of house and home, which means that at the moment my eye pencil is smaller than its top!! πŸ˜€


  2. How amazing! And I love your 80’s look! I’m not sure if my kids will have such cool butterfly moments but I look forward to them either way.


    • I am sure they will!! I was always a little concerned that mine wouldn’t fly far from here, Gib is a bit of a village, but they seem to have inherited some of my wanderlust!!


  3. ah, the 80’s – I loved them as well, especially as I was in my 20’s and partying in London. Went on for 27 years! If I find a time machine on eBay, you can jump on board and join me on a trip back to the past (but only if you really want to). Oh, and I’d make sure we could get back safely to today so will ensure it has a full service history.


    • Oh pleeeeeeaaaaassssee!!!!!!! I truly had the best time EVER!!! I LOVE London and Edinburgh equally!!! And I could be as outrageous as I liked!! Oh maaaan!! We would have such a laugh!! Hunting for time machines as we speak!! Our very own version of life on Mars!! β—€:-D


      • I’m on the case Nikki, and bidding for a time machine as we speak. Problem is, the owner says he can’t guarantee I’ll win it. So, I’ve gone in with the big guns now and told him “doesn’t he know that the most funniest blogger in the world is relying on me to take her back to the 1980’s”? That should do it I reckon!


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