When I was expecting, there was a group of parents I referred to as the ‘just you wait’ers. I was a generally happy pregnant woman. No morning sickness, no heartburn, no major physical complaints. I looked forward to the impending birth of both my kidlets with inexplicable readiness. I didn’t have an overwhelming fear of the process or the pain. I even felt prepared for parenthood. …
When I was a kid, I didn’t think much about what life would be like as a mum. I always knew I wanted children, but when I pictured my future it was more like this:
Baby boomers will tell you we’re raising a generation of softies.
There must be something in the water.
Mum never let me take sea creatures home from the beach. I remember many tantrums while begging to adopt a hermit crab or urchin.
Libby said the ‘f’ word today. It’s the second time.
So I was trawling Facebook the other day when this popped up:
I’ve always found quotes like this about mother-son relationships a little creepy:
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