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I'm not one of those mums, but...
I'm not one of those mums, but...

What kind of mother in their right mind would admit they didn’t want to go home to their son? Well, me. It’s not an easy confession to make. And certainly not one I make lightly.

But, whether we like to admit it or not, we all have moments when we wish we could take our mum hat off and bury our face in a pillow for an unspecified period of time.

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Liquid gold
Liquid gold

I’ve come to accept that’s just part and parcel of sharing a responsibility that means everything to both of us. Oliver is our flesh and blood. He’s the sum of a love we both once shared, transmuted through his skin and bones.

 

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A lesson learned in self-love
A lesson learned in self-love

How could such a beautiful, special soul, give up on herself so easily because one man couldn’t see her worth? 

Easily, it turns out. Because I’d spent months doing the exact same thing.

 

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💚 NEW POST 💚 🍀🌷 I’m not one of those mums, but... 🌷🍀 “What kind of mother in their right mind would admit they didn’t want to go home to their son? Well, me. It’s not an easy confession to make. And certainly not one I make lightly. But, whether we like to admit it or not, we all have moments when we wish we could take our mum hat off and bury our face in a pillow for an unspecified period of time.” Follow the link in my bio... bambiandbaby.com ✅
Why eat your lunch, when you can wear it on your face as a perfectly good pizza mask?
When I was in primary school, mum packed crushed strawberries in my lunch box. Hours later, she realised she forgot to include a spoon. Grief-stricken at the thought I was going without, she raced to my school with a spoon, the 30 minute distance nothing more than a second thought. That’s just the kind of woman my mum is. For as long as I can remember, I was loved, I never had to go without anything, and I was raised to believe I could be whoever I wanted to be. She was born to be a mum, and luckily for me, she chose me to be her daughter. She’s my number one fan. She’s my best friend. She’s the woman who places a mint sprig in my water bottle because she thinks it’ll be a nice touch while I’m at work. She’s the woman who somehow pulls off the opportunity for me to spend a day with Tom Delonge from Blink 182 in San Diego because I loved him so much. Or meet every Spice Girl. She’s the kind of person who believed with every inch of her heart that I was gifted at trumpet, or drums, or ballet, even when I very clearly wasn’t. She’s fiercely loyal with the memory of an elephant. Yep, she still hasn’t forgiven the girl who made me angry when she flirted with my grade 6 boyfriend. She’s also my second set of hands, Ollie’s second mum, and the reason I can go back to work. After a hard day, she’s the reason the dog has been walked, my bed is made, and a steaming bowl of food is waiting my arrival at the top of the stairs. I laugh when people comment on my strength, because if they met my mum, they’d realise I have nothing on her. Her ability to see the rainbow on a rainy day is in inspiration. As is her unwavering dedication to help less fortunate, no matter if they have two legs or four. The fact she does all of this for me with no expectation of praise, makes her one of the selfless people I know. She doesn’t want a thank you. Just the unconditional promise I’ll love her forever, I’ll always be her baby girl. I know you don’t expect it, mum, but thank you for everything. I’ll always be your baby Bambi. I only hope I’m half the mum to Oliver you are to me. Ollie and I are blessed to have you in our lives. Happy Mother’s Day 💕
Find two girls happier about their glasses of wine and I’ll show you a liar. @georgiealove
One of my best friends makes his debut on Masterchef tonight! Good luck @khanhong! We’ll be tuning into Channel 10 at 7.30 and cheering you on every step of the way 😘 here’s a throwback to that time Ollie wouldn’t pose with you at his birthday and you were really annoyed, but you had to pretend you weren’t and fake laugh for the camera.

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