I have never been one of those mothers.
The craft + boiled carrots + stay at home type.
I tried and I couldn’t.
In some ways, I went from having meetings with a woman who had won Telstra Business Woman of the Year Award.
To wiping shit.
And I would look at other mothers, hear about them on the radio, read articles about them and wonder.
How they do it.
How do they happily do it.
Day in and day out.
And to be honest, I think I’ll be wondering forever.
If I don’t start to feel ok with whom I am.
And accepting that I’m simply different.
And that is perfectly ok.