So, I’ll be brutally honest. Yes, we have 3 kids but out of the 3 only 1 was planned. Luckily the middle one so maybe we can counteract the middle child bullshit with the fact that we actually consciously tried for her. Oh well whatever.
They do drive me up the wall. Don’t get me wrong, morning school runs isn’t fun. The mom soccer taxi or soccer mom schedule isn’t a joke and gets me down half the time.
But I’m naturally a person of optimism or that person that always sees the silver lining even in a very dark stormy cloud. I’m just like that.
So A1 we conceived in England. A very short year after arriving there. Never planned that. I went to do an apprenticeship in shoemaking. Yes, it’s been a life long dream to be a cobbler. H went to spread his wings as a chef. And oh did he do so well. So proud of him.
But essentially I was pregnant from the get go in a foreign country with no friends with a chef boyfriend that worked 16 hr days.
For someone that didn’t plan parenthood, yes I know, but with the love of my life, it was inevitable, in foreign country, little friends and to be hit by post natal depression (like a ton of bricks ) and a torn rectum….(those facts they seem to neglect to tell you when having a child)….
I had 2 acquaintances that I forced myself onto literally child and all.to get through grey gloomy english days. And i’d like to think now that even though we are on 3 different continents and we haven’t seen each other in years we have become friends.
My grandmother dying 9000kms away while I was in a deep pit dark pit of post natal depression I think at age 98 for her was my last lesson or saving grace from her. I still remember my mum on phone saying just go home chill, cry have a drink and it’s all ok.
I distinctly remember A1 looking at me that eve from his pram at 10months. He knew his mummy was experiencing extreme pain of loss. He somehow understood it. He asked why I was crying. I said I would be ok and just held him. He somehow just knew he shouldn’t give me any 10month old bollie.
Between him just cuddling me, my nan dying and my husband’s support the scary very real place of post natal depression was a thing of the past.
I have a soft spot for A1. Even now at 8 he is a sensitive gental soul. He has an acute instinctive understanding of emotions. Not that he quite gets it but he definitely has a feeling towards it. He has simply hauled my ads through some of the scariest bits of parenthood and he has shown me how and what type of parent I want to be.
As for A2…
She is here to haunt me somehow. She is I think the closest to what I was as a kid. Or she has the same interests i.e. drawing and ballet.
So somehow I’m trying to teach or nurture her passions because I get what she likes about those things. But trying to not be the overbearing mother and still just wanting you to do what you do because you love what you do.
She is a moody cow, I suppose the apple doesn’t fall far…
She is strong and determined but shy. She makes you work hard for her affection. She’s not easily won over, she’s pure, consistent hard work lol.
Went to her first ever ballet demo today. I know she loves it. She forever shows me her first position and plies with arm’s. She has great posture. She’ll go far in the world of ballet with her posture and her sense of wanting to perform if she wants to.
But today she didn’t want any of it. She was royally pissed off that I was there to watch her sacred ballet class. And she refused to do anything. She stood on the side with her perfect posture just observing what her peers were doing.
She continued after school by giving me an earful about how I should never just drop into her ballet class. I didn’t just drop by I would never do that. I was invited by teacher like other parents to come watch….
What a surprise she was. Hahaha
There’s only a year and 2 weeks between her and A2. You do the math… Yes we did miss the class on contraception and over populating the planet.
In the same breath we are very conscious about teaching our kids how they should and can take care of planet. They know where their food comes from, not to easy water etc.
Anyway. A3 is somehow in her feisty happy self here to rule the household. With that air of Aries she has also just brought absolute pure happiness, laughs, smiles and a real joy for life. Sometimes annoyingly so but she just does.
She sings. She loves to sing. She’s going to love gymnastics. She’s a real true little daredevil with no concern of her own limbs. And when she does get hurt she’ll most probably just get up dust herself off and laugh uncontrollably. She has an infectious laugh. I think she’s pretty nuts half the time. She’s the one that manages to turn your lounge into a full on red bull extreme sports obstacle course and she has enough charisma to convince everyone else to follow her in her craziness. With a laugh and giggle.
She has oh brought joy and she has shown us all how to just laugh again. That laugh from the belly.
Soccer mom much…
Yes they drive me nuts…
Between the swimming the homework the lunch boxes Trying to inspire and nurture and feed them ‘correctly’ the endless hearing of “MOMMY” sleepless nights wet beds tantrums smiles ….
Somehow they are all here to teach me a life lesson or two. Their here to challenge me and to make me a better person. I’m not saying parenthood is for everyone. I truly admire people that chose not to over populate the planet.
I somehow think I’ve found my true calling.