Motherhood is all sorts of contradictions, isn’t it?
We crave for some freedom and time out. Wishing for just a few moments of solitude. Finally it falls on our lap and immediately we get the guilts.
Or just so desperately yearn to be reunited with our offspring, it feels like tomorrow will never come.
I’m sitting here in the comforts of my hotel room.
A whole weekend (and a bit) ahead of me completely dedicated my selfish self; to catch up with friends old and new; to have some intelligent conversations again; to simply have a bath without someone barging in.
This is my third trip away from the boys (and out of sheer coincidence, it’s always been to Melbourne). So, why the hell doesn’t it get easier?
Or have all other parents surrendered to this unsolvable question ?
Am I just so oblivious that I can’t comprehend that this is what motherhood is about?
The constant push, striving for some time alone but the inevitable pull, the desperate need to return to the nest.
Whatever it is, the twinlets have an awesome carer at their daycare centre.
She makes a habit of sending photos throughout the day to keep me updated of their activities. And this morning, they did yoga.
Namaste, my boys.
I miss you like crazy.