Category: being a mother (good, bad, indifferent)

After fifteen minutes of rhythmic thumps, crashing sounds, hyena laughs she went out to investigate.

And that is how she discovered you can be – simultaneously – ten minutes too early and ten minutes too late.

A child who has gone to bed at 5.30 pm and woken only to tell you that he needs dry sheets and a new set of pyjamas, probably isn’t going to kindy the next day.
And so, with a smile on her face, and goodwill in her heart, a mother once again shelves her plans.

Excuse me mr radio man looking for a pin up girl for women who have proved they are intelligent and they can do the interesting jobs, but have discovered that looking after children is really the thing after all. Yes, you. Senator Natasha Stott-Despoja did not say she was giving up all else to dedicate her life to her family. I heard her say (using different words of course) that for her, the job she has now is not compatible with the family situation in which she currently finds herself. In addition, she mentioned – and not in passing – that if she did commit to that job again, she would have to commit for a very long time.

That is not all I have to say on the matter, but it is all I have time for now, as I need to try and squeeze some work in before I collect my child from kindergarten.

The philosophy of this blog is generally show don’t tell, but at the moment, I am very, very annoyed with people who seek to interpret events to suit themselves (which, of course, is something I would never do).

I can see the day my boy is so grown up that he gets on a plane and finds adventures of his own.

I can see the day he goes to his lover’s family for Christmas and when he rings me, I can hear them all in the background because it’s so quiet at my house.

I can see the day he finishes school and celebrates with his mates and not with me. I can see the weekend he doesn’t want me on the sidelines and the day he won’t kiss me goodbye.

If I squint, I can see him with children of his own.

But I just can’t see the day I’m gonna let him walk across to the bakery on his own.