Mother’s Day Musings

In case you haven’t noticed, Mother’s Day is approaching.

For the past few weeks, my letter box has been full of junk mail, advertising the “perfect” gift for mum – most it overwhelmingly pink, fluffy, and irritating.

There’s nothing about motherhood, in my opinion, that is adequately represented by the saccharine images assaulting my mail box.

Motherhood, for me, has been raw, joyous, overwhelming and frustrating as hell. It’s been lonely, yet smothering. It’s been full of love, with elements of resentment. It’s had days of absolute fulfillment, as well as days of feeling lost, both in my new role, and as a person. It’s seen me roaring with laughter at the antics of a little human that I somehow created, and it’s seen me weeping in exasperation at the same child, on the same day.

Motherhood, to me, has always been a quagmire of contradictions. Soft cuddles, with sharp edges of self doubt. Completely overwhelming love, weighed down by the unbelievably unfamiliar sense of responsibility that came with it. Finding the ability to be fearless for my children, but understanding fear like I never had before.

Entering motherhood stripped me bare – and underneath all of my layers of conditioning and expectation, I found a Warrior. I never knew she was there, but as my first born wrapped his tiny fingers around my pinky finger as he lay on my chest, I realised she was here to stay.

Soft cuddles, and sharp edges.

This Mother’s Day, I’m asking my kids to give the stores and shopping centres a miss, although I know they get a huge buzz from picking out some delightfully random trinket from the Mother’s Day stall at school. I love the thought they put into their choices. In fact, the mug in this picture is one of those special gifts from a couple of years ago. I love it.

But, truth be told, there is nothing more that this Mama could ever need.

However, there are many others who do.

This Mother’s Day, I’m asking my family to make a donation on my behalf to services that are looking out for the other mothers out there; those who are struggling to navigate their way through motherhood – financially, emotionally, or for any other myriad of reasons.

This Mother’s Day, I want my gift to go towards resources for mothers whose arms are empty, or missing one of their precious ones – those who have come face to face with the reality of loss.

This Mother’s Day, I want to show love to those who may never have carried, or birthed a child, yet who’ve stepped into the Warrior role for the children in their lives, despite living with infertility and all that it entails.

This all means so much more to me than a new pair of slippers ever could.

I’m not in any way affilliated with any of the following charity groups, but this is the list I’ll be giving to Hot Husband to look at and consider with the kids.

Perhaps one of them might resonate with you too.

Big love,








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