About Me

Perth, WA, Australia
Hi friends. To those I have met in person and the many I haven't - welcome to our nest. Thanks so much for stopping by. I am a mama of six baby birds and wife to one papa bird. Our nest is an intricately woven home, crafted over time, through the highs and lows of life, and many in-betweens. We are soon to leave our Australian nest to re-locate to our second home, the UK. This is our story, of our new life in a new country, the trials and tribulations, bidding goodbye to precious friends and embracing new. I know at times, our wings will be flapping so hard to keep us moving forward that we will tire, however, a little perseverence will bring effortless gliding amongst a soft breeze, and even stronger wings for the journey ahead. Welcome to our flight......

Sunday, 11 July 2010

The Mothering Gene ...

I have decided that being a mother is an impossible task. Really, if you think about it, we receive no training but instead jump in head-first, all cards on the table, taking on a life-long commitment of total responsibility. When that birth certificate if presented to us, along with that brand new human being, we are signing on the dotted line toward a lifetime of caring, nurturing, loving, worrying, exhaustion, joy, tears and everything in between. In fact, until your off-spring become independent (when is that these days?) you are in charge of KEEPING THEM ALIVE 24/7! (I am often asked what have I done with my day? Answer, "kept 6 children alive!") Wow, major task, and that is only the start.

How can you love another human being so deeply and purely, putting aside oneself constantly and keep on giving and giving, through those sleepless nights, the sore and leaking breastfeeding boobs, the saggy bodies and headaches about those teenage years and their tentative steps into adult-hood? Women, especially, give and give, until there is nothing left and then, you know what, we give some more. And then, we have those insane moments when we look at our gorgeous, imperfect and naughty children (totally exhausted, still in our jammies with baby sick on our shoulders and green teeth from the night before) and think "Aww, wouldn't it be great to have another one!". Seriously, it must be some defective gene that enables people to produce. Otherwise, who would keep signing up for the task?

I know, it is because, pure and simple, having children is the most divine, delicious and superb decision anyone can make, and in doing so, one learns more about themselves from their own off-spring than any book, counsellor, latest research or university degree could ever teach them.

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