I’m not ashamed to say I have always enjoyed watching Keeping Up With the Kardashians, just to sit down for an hour with a cuppa and indulge in total celebrity nonsense. I know it’s totally brain numbing and often exaggerated or false, but it’s not too serious and a great way to switch off for a bit while dreaming of owning multiple huge homes, expensive jewellery and beautiful clothes.
But the most recent episode, that covers the incident in which Kim was robbed at gunpoint in Paris, had me in floods of tears, because behind the cameras and the makeup, she is a mother too. The men, dressed as policemen, made off with millions of pounds worth of jewellery, but her biggest concern was being able to see her children again. She begged with them to let her go because she had babies, to take whatever they wanted because she already had everything, because as she said “it’s all replaceable and none of it matters.” I can’t imagine how traumatic it must have been, and I know she’s faced a lot of criticism because she flaunted what she had and made her life totally public, and then used the incident as part of the show, but I think it’s important that she did continue. You should never let anyone else influence how you live your life. (I’m still working on taking my own advice)
Nothing has made me aware of my own mortality so much as having a baby, I frequently find myself worrying about how she would be affected if something were to happen to me. I have become so much more cautious driving, I shout at other drivers because no one is being careful enough and it takes me twice as long to get out at junctions. I worry I’ll fall down the stairs, catch a serious illness, accidentally stab myself while cooking, be mugged, hit my head, be in a car crash or get run over by a bus, and not because of the impact it would have on me, but on Isla. Then every time I imagine one of these terrible accidents, I have to surreptitiously touch wood, because I’m overly superstitious and what if thinking it makes it happen? And if there’s no wood to touch I have to tap myself on the head, hoping that no one notices and thinks I’ve gone mad. Have I gone mad?! Probably.
But I don’t care because at the end of the day nothing matters apart from my family. All my possessions combined aren’t worth even the tiniest fraction of what was stolen from Kim KW, but I would still trade it all in to ensure I was able to be there for my beautiful girl. X