One thing the school holidays teach me – and something I am perpetually reminded of – is who I am.
I read in some book, somewhere along the line, the comment that “motherhood profoundly changes who you are”.
In the first instance, becoming a mother gives you things you couldn’t even imagine. I used to nod and agree and pretend I understood when new parents would say to my childless self “you don’t know love until you’ve had kids”. Oh, I got them! I didn’t disagree, I didn’t try to convince them I understood; but I got it.
Until that love hit me in the chest and knocked me for six.
I mean, I