Some days I feel like I’ve turned a corner in this motherhood gig.
Some days the stars align and there is more good in the day than bad. More easy than hard.
There’s no fighting or screaming, no whinging or unrealistic demands. The girls play happily and use their manners and I’m given a reprieve, a chance to breathe. I feel calm and connected and have faith that things are becoming easier as the girls get older.
Yesterday was one of those good days. I took the girls on a road trip and we spent a delicious day together on the beach. The weather was just the right temperature, the water was warm, a cool breeze was blowing and the girls were blissfully happy all day long.
Once scared of the waves, they surprised me with how confident they’ve become. We laughed, played, ate ourselves silly, and even made new friends.
As I stood at the water’s edge with a babe on either side of me, their hands in mine as they laughed and jumped, I felt a wave of happiness wash over me.
I couldn’t remember feeling that calm and content for a long time.
I felt as though everything that I’ve been doing over the past weeks to simplify my life was making a difference.
And then, you know, there are the days when you’re fearing public humiliation as you pick up nuggets of your daughter’s poo from the side of the local swimming pool, you’re refereeing 16 fights a day, and shouting so much the neighbours must wonder what the hell is going on, that you realise you still have so far to go.
I may not be out of the trenches yet, but I do feel like things are turning a corner slowly but surely.
The girls are learning to and wanting to do more for themselves, especially Miss Five who is virtually a mini-me. My training has paid off, she’s such a well-behaved little darling. The small one needs further training, of course, deep in the throes of threenager territory, but I have faith that we’ll get there.
I’m able to go out more without the girls and reignite the spark inside me. I don’t freak out anymore when Dave wants to have a night out or go away for a few days. I know I’ve got this and I’m bloody well enjoying it too – good days and bad.
How about you? Are you deep in the trenches, or can you see the light? For those of you with older children, how long do I have out of the trenches before motherhood starts to get tricky again?
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