It Just Keeps Getting Better….

I was a ‘young’ mother.

At least, that is how I reflect on my early years of motherhood now, however at the time I thought I was more than ready to be the beautiful doting mother that I envisioned I would be.

Looking back, I was a fresh-faced innocent 25-year-old when I fell pregnant with my first child. In my mind, I was simply following the ‘natural order of things’. I had finished school, attended university, started a career, married my life partner, and fallen pregnant, all in a very short 6 year period.

My life was pretty ‘textbook’.

Then when I fell pregnant, the ‘textbook’ went flying out the window. My pregnant body did things the textbook didn’t appear to cover, and the birth chapter should have had a disclaimer saying something along the lines of;

“Please read the following chapter with caution. It is likely that none of the following scientific information may apply to you and all participation in said activities are undertaken at your own and your partners’ risk. ~The authors of this chapter take no responsibility for profanities that you may yell at your partner or medical practitioner during the process”.

Then to be honest, the baby chapter was a very challenging time as I adjusted to the complete responsibility for another little humans’ needs. But the lack of sleep and constant washing is a distant memory compared to the thought of the first precious smile in the morning, the feeling of a little fist gripping tightly to an index finger, the smell of a milky breath, the sound of the first little babbles, or the way your most perfect little creation only has eyes for you.

However, as my children have grown, I am constantly overwhelmed with the feeling that ‘this is the best period of being a mum’.

I marvelled at first how the simplest things brought the most joy. Like a bouncing knee or a rocking chest. Being mesmerised by moving leaves in a tree, the beautiful giggles as a dog runs crazily, chewing the end of a trickling hose, the mixture covered spoon when making a cake or trucks in some sand.

At each stage of schooling there are the beautiful little bonds and friendships that are formed that last a lifetime, and new activities that are learned and explored. The joy of these milestones is evident by the way it is etched in proud little faces at the end of the school day, a favourite sporting game or a new experience.

I am in awe as I witness the way their vocabulary expands, their ability to interpret situations and events, articulate their feelings and express a wide range of emotions. Talents and interests evolve, and they go from experimenting with a range of sports and interests to refining to one or two. My childrens’ sport and experiences have taken me to so many beautiful places and allowed me to meet people from all walks of life. My childrens’ friends are now my friends. Friendships are cemented from children to parents, teachers to coaches.

Words of wisdom come your way and although we have all heard advice such as, “Say good-bye to your life, once you have a baby”, “Hope you don’t like sleep”, or “Just wait until you have no time to yourself and all your time is taken up running kids around”, I wouldn’t change a single moment.

I believe a ‘textbook’ on this topic could never capture in words how to raise a child. There is no ‘correct order’ of things. How can you possibly capture the range of incredible as well as challenging moments of motherhood in the written word?

If I had to look back and try to put my experience thus far of raising children into words, I’d simply say…

𝗜𝘁 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽𝘀 𝗴𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿!

Blog 14th November 2022



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