When I was young, I wanted to be a mum. Not for the joys of motherhood or all that it has been whipped about to be but because I could play with a baby for as long as I want without anyone telling me I need to stop now. This was 10 year old me who had to study and be torn away from my tiny cousins. As I grew older and the implications of having kids unravelled coupled with my failed relationships resulting in the vehement need to stay unattached, the need to have a child reduced and slowly in light of my career and busy schedule I had convinced myself that my life (and truly so) does not, quite literally, have space for a child. Lo and behold, a few years fast forward, I was sitting in the washroom staring at a faint positive pregnancy test.
Where ALL of my life has been about my career and traveling and other fun stuff, these are uncharted territories. I thought I’d chronicle the myriad of emotions and experiences as I go along. You are welcome to skip along.
Quickly progressing into a mother who knows her own mind. Clearly didn’t take me too long to get those neurones jogging. I sometimes joke that I can tell you everything about parenting up to the age of 17 months (insert Sass’s current age). Beyond that, I have no clue. So trying to share all that I’ve learned so far to help other parents as clueless as I was in the beginning and save them the incessant googling. Or help narrow it down at the very least.
However, the learning curve is still steep and you’re coming along on that journey. How my toddler teaches me to live, love and grow. This keeps getting better.