AFL WAG Bec Judd’s shares sweet family moment and how her daughter is following in her father’s famous footsteps

Billie, daughter of Bec Judd, seems poised to carry on the sporting legacy left by her renowned AFL player father, Chris Judd.

On Sunday, the well-known WAG, aged 42, shared a heartfelt photo on her social media platform, depicting an 11-year-old child being kissed goodbye by his father. This tender moment marked Billie’s conclusion of her season in the Australian Rules junior league.

Standing next to her father, who was also dressed in their East Sandringham Football Club uniform, Billie smiled brightly as he playfully kissed her on the forehead.

‘Keep running like your Dadda,’ the mother-of-four wrote in the caption.

In a similar vein, Beck posted another picture of Billie in her sports attire, beaming with pride as he penned: ‘The football season has concluded. Signing off. It was an absolute pleasure to watch you play, Billie – you’re a real star!’

In a swell of pride, Chris (a two-time Brownlow Medal winner and an ex-star for both Carlton and the West Coast Eagles, having retired from AFL in 2015) praised his daughter’s latest athletic achievements on the field.

As a devoted admirer, I had the pleasure of witnessing Beccy and Chris tie the knot in a grand spectacle back in 2010. Ever since then, they have held a prominent position among Australia’s celebrated couples.

Over the weekend Bec revealed how she really feels about being alone during work trip.

On Sunday, she posted a video on Instagram from her hotel bathroom at Crown Towers Perth, confessing that she was eagerly anticipating a break from her family life.

Bec openly admitted that she misses her business travels a great deal, as she is a mother to Oscar (age 13) and the eight-year-old twins Tom and Darcy, whom she shares with Chris.

She mentioned needing a respite from the chaotic, fast-paced routine of motherhood and managing numerous tasks daily.

‘Work, kids, house, dog, sport, watching, driving, coaching, managing all the things.’

Nevertheless, although Bec was appreciative of the ‘beautiful hotel’ and ‘wonderful room’, she made a touching confession regarding her eagerly awaited vacation.

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Regardless of her appreciation for the ‘lovely hotel’ and ‘fantastic room’, Bec revealed a heartfelt truth about the long-awaited escape.

I find myself alone, childless – a situation I had eagerly anticipated, but now that I’m here, I suddenly feel a longing for their presence. I miss my children.

She captioned the post: ‘Tell me I’m not the only Mum that does this? I’m not used to the quiet!’

This isn’t the first brutally honest confession Bec has made over the past couple of weeks.

In the latest episode of her podcast, Vain-ish (co-hosted by friend Jessie Roberts), the well-known figure recently talked about the issue of her spouse Chris’ smelly feet on air.

During reminiscences about their AFL career days, Bec shared an interesting fact: they often had shared pedicures. However, he also mentioned a necessary medical treatment that he underwent.

In the past, Chris, who’s my husband, and I would frequently visit a nail salon. This was about 10 to 15 years ago, during the time when he was still playing for Carlton, as Chris shared on the podcast.

As a lifestyle enthusiast, I found myself in a situation where my running shoes required an update. With each stride, my footwear was subjected to rapid movement, abrupt turns, and intense pressure – leading to those hardened areas on the soles that I came to understand are called calluses. The build-up of these protective skin layers became evident, making it essential for me to address this issue promptly.

‘He would have like a centimetre of dead skin in a plane with a sharp edge from pushing off.’

She continued by explaining how the scenario at their neighborhood nail salon resembled a large-scale production.

She mentioned that whenever we sat together, all the attractive women nearby would burst into laughter, as they were painting my toenails for me.

Subsequently, it would appear as if an entire surgical team, equipped with scalpels and wearing special shoes, would be engaged in exfoliating layers of dead skin, all the while sharing a jovial atmosphere.

‘There would be mountains of dead skin by the end of it. I’m not even lying, like mountains of it.

‘They’d have to come and sweep it up, and they’d always be giggling.’

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2025-08-25 09:48