My boy recently turned 8. It was quite possibly the most emotional of his birthdays for me, and I have been wondering why ever since. It felt like a bigger milestone than the others, although 8 is not considered a traditional ‘coming of age’? The soft blonde hairs on the back of his neck, the strength in his legs and his will have all become more noticeable. At times his emotions still overwhelm him, and he still sucks his thumb a little at night or when super tired. Is he really a big boy now?
Parenting Is … a loaded topic in this day and age (especially here on the interwebs)! Dare I go there? I go everywhere else so why not. Parenting is actually really hard for me. There, I am putting it out there. I am putting it out there bravely, openly and honestly, the same way I put everything out there! Parenting is at once my greatest joy and my greatest challenge. It is complex despite my yearnings for simplicity. It is a process of joy, grief, joy, grief, aha moment. There is so much to learn, about parenting itself, and about ourselves.
Mother’s Day is loaded with expectation, and I think that the older and wiser you get the more it becomes about meaning and gratitude and less about the commercial side. The media would have us believe that only the pretty slim Mum with 2 beautiful little children married to the hunky thoughtful Dad is worthy of celebrating. I wish that the media chose to show the richness and the incredible imperfect reality and beauty of the Mums who are worthy of celebrating, the ones that you don’t see in the media.