Dubai's Desperate Housewife

Trials and traumas of a full-time mum in Dubai

My life as a steeplechaser

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When I was nine, my school teacher asked us all what we wanted to be when we grew up. Pony mad, I said I wanted to be a show-jumper. Nick Skelton was, at the time, my hero.

“You want to be a horse?” asked my teacher (he was a bit of a prat, I realise now, looking back).

There she flies, gracefully, over another daily obstacle, the carnage of everyday life as a mother

There she flies, gracefully, over yet another obstacle (phone call to DEWA / trip to the bank / parents’ meeting), the carnage of everyday life as a mother littered all around

Well, my show-jumping career never really took off, despite me winning a rosette in a local gymkhana, but these days I find myself thinking more about another type of horse race: The steeplechase.

For those not familiar with the steeplechase, it’s the one where the horses have to gallop flat out for all they’re worth, then leap over various “obstacles” such as fences and ditches that are often much, much higher or longer than the horses are themselves.

They land hard and at high speed – scrunch – then throw themselves straight on towards the next obstacle, nostrils flaring, breath rasping. With no time to prepare, to gather themselves or even to consider what they’re about to do, they hurl themselves over that, too – ad nauseam till the end of the course.

I have to say: It sounds very familiar. I may not have become a show-jumper but, some days I feel more like a steeplechaser than a mum.


Written by mrsdubai

April 23, 2013 at 5:42 pm

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  1. Lol, that could be good for you, i guess. Infact you need it often to feel like one steeplechaser only if you can get on well with it!

    ———- Sent from my Nokia phone

    Austine Ben

    April 28, 2013 at 4:18 am

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