No matter where you are in the world
You're still my boys, and you're still my girls
And my love goes with you
Wherever you roam
Children …. you either love them or hate them, you love yours, you dislike others, l have been on the end of both, sometimes mine drive me crazy, they do things and you wonder, why on earth are they doing that, but most of the time you love and cherish them. I know “they” say you shouldn’t have a favourite but you always do, or is it just me? Is it sometimes your first born, or is it the baby in the family, that daughter that looks exactly like you or that son that loves and adores you unlike your other children. I love being a mother because of the hugs, the giggles, and the grins. When my children are happy, so am I. They amaze me every day with their new words and discoveries. They have taught me to be more patient, more loving, and much more appreciative of every moment we have together as a family.
Its amazing how quickly your children grow, from the nine months growing inside of you to the day they move out of home to start their owns lives it all passes with the blink of an eye. No matter what their age you never stop worrying about them, from day one until your last breath, there is no love like a parents love especially a mothers.
What is it that makes us have this unconditional love for our children? Every parent loves their child/ren, they are the apple of our eyes with a cherry on the top. Even though parenting is tough at times and extremely tiring, none of us would change it for the world. What did we actually do with all our free time pre children anyway? Now we (parents) are always busy and in a good way, having our mini me’s is the most important thing we will ever do. Your children are beautiful and therefore life is pretty damn beautiful too just by having our little munchkins in it. Never has a person looked at another, seeing pure perfection until their child is born, you spend hours staring at them in a total love haze. They make you incredibly happy and delighted in a way no one else can or ever could. Every day for the rest of your life these little ones will occupy your mind, and every step of their lives you will be there holding their hand or guiding them along.
Having these little people around will mean you will never get bored as they will keep you fully entertained, often at unacceptable hours of the night but who cares! The feeling of pride that you get when one of your children achieves something is so amazing it is difficult to describe.
Every child is different and each has their own talents and abilities, quite simply they are one in a million. No two children are the same and even if you have a large family like me you will find each of your children has their own personality and identity. That is what makes them so special or we probably would only have one if they turned out all the same!
I have been blessed to have almost as many children as you would find on an AFL football side, well maybe not 16 though given half the change l would have, but l guess somethings are not meant to be. Maybe l should have kept that first husband and things would have been different. I felt like l grew up with my children, there was something so wonderful about having a house full of unique fun-loving individuals, even though sometimes l thought what on earth have l got myself into. From being in a family of three with my parents to a household of seven, wow that was an initial culture shock, from peaceful moments, to times when my toothbrush was in the dogs mouth because my son decided our golden retriever needed whiter teeth or the time my youngest daughter decided she was a bird and climbed a 15metre tree making sounds like a crazed magpie, never a dull moment.
The joys of birthdays and boy have l seen so many from Star Wars themed parties, unless you were in costume entry was denied to my youngest daughters fairy party, no matter what anyone told her she was convinced she was a fairy, she ate, slept and lived the life of a fairy, until she moved on and decided to be a flamingo or rather a Mingo as she called herself, goodness hard to keep up with her.
Christmas time was always an eye opener, though my children never got up early to see if Father Christmas had been, it was always me running into their rooms at the crack of dawn in my jammies screaming OH MY, OH MY father Christmas has come, then it was like a stampede of wildebeest in the Serengeti to see who made it to the lounge room first, Total chaos, screaming, laughter, bit of push and shoving, such joy. It was never too early for that Christmas glass of Shiraz maybe if its in my coffee cup no one will notice. No never too early after all its that special one time a year occasion, ahh the good old days such wonderful memories, the kind that stay with you forever.
Growing up I was an only child so never had other siblings to boss me around or get into trouble with, but that was ok as they say you don’t miss what you didn’t have, and to some extent I didn’t, but saying that l did want to experience a big family and ln the end l certainly did. I was spoilt rotten as a child especially by my father, as for my mother she kept me on my toes or rather on my feet chasing me around with a wooden spoon, goodness if it was these days the police would be on our doorstep, but saying that, we all need a little discipline and although she could never catch me, she was a wonderful woman.
All my children are grown now, apart from one and although there were some tough times with them, they have all gone on to have successful lives in their chosen fields, l feel my job is done now l can sit back and watch them from a far as they live their lives and follow the journey they are on.
