P-Plate Parent

Do you ever think you were born to do something?

I’ve been having many light bulb moments lately, which are both exciting and scary at the same time, but I’ll provide context. Today I have had the most brilliant day – it started off with a walk to the park in the rain – Ollie (my partner’s son) looking cute in his Spiderman raincoat and Gav (my partner) looking uncomfortable with his oversized golf umbrella.
I observed, with some amazement, how excited Ollie was with a simple outing in the rain - he jumped in puddles, he ran after birds and he swung on the swing set. It was wonderful, watching how delighted he was. We went and got some movies to watch later and curl up to with a warm doona. And so we watched the Neverending Story. After this we both make a chocolate cake (which I cut up and decorated to look like traffic lights and dominos), with Ollie licking the spoons and beaters and bowl! Whilst the cake was cooking we made and decorated a mothers day card for his Mum, and an ‘I love you’ card for his Dad. At this point he said to me ‘this is the best ever day!’ And you know what, I completely agree with him. He was engaged, entertained and having an absolute ball – and so was I! This brings me to my original point - that I was born to be a mum. Strange, at 23 years old, to think so, but I really believe it. That said, I probably won’t have enough money to actually have a child for a while, but at least I know I’ve got it in me to do it.

If there was a license for having children, I’d definitely be on my Ps.