We’re heading into winter in Australia, and I’m feeling the resistance rising already.
I’ve come to dread winter for the internal obstacles it brings. Sunny days charge my batteries and fill my joy pots to a state of ‘just so’, and yet here comes winter to tear my joy pots apart once more.
The problem lies not only in the darkness that will inevitably replace the beautiful streams of sunlight that flood my lounge room, daily, but also the lack of choice that will come attached to the forthcoming rainy days. So, kids. I guess it’s a stay inside again, kind of day, today. That sort of thing.
My children are three and six years old. And I have been in training to be their Mum my whole life because, essentially, I’ve done it all before, being the much older sibling to my two brothers and sister (now adults, where does time go? I’ll always be amazed.)
The thing is: winter makes me feel as though I might not be as wonderful at this ‘Mum thing’ as I always dreamed I’d be. Winter melts me into a bit of a tizz, to put it lightly, because the truth is: there are only so many hours of yes in my Mum tank to keep these little ones (and myself) happy in the face of a rainy day.
And so I’m really quite frightened at what’s to come. Especially this winter, now that I don’t have a partner in crime to lighten the load every second week when the children are with me.
The bright side of this admission is this— I am doing an excellent job at being human. I am seeing the reality of my limitations and admit that I just may need a little bit of extra help this time around.
I’m tired. I’m so tired of lying to myself, pretending that the things, situations, people, scenarios that I’m not entirely okay with…are all sunshine and rainbows. They are not. Dark clouds have existed since the beginning of time. They do not disappear simply because I insist upon looking to the sky and telling everyone around me that they are white.
I wish I wasn’t dreading winter. I wish I wasn’t sometimes afraid that I might break my children—the latter is something I am particularly scared of. My Mum was diagnosed with Bi-Polar disorder in my early teenage years, and I am still trying to pick up all the pieces of her broken within me.
I do know I will be okay, and I do know my beautiful babies will be okay, too. I am a beautiful Mother (if I don’t say so myself) and I don’t need a sunny day to tell me the love I bring to my babies’ lives is filling their spirits with all the lovely things.
Winter is the mountain that lay ahead of me. But this awareness is, at least, a good thing because it gives me time to gather my climbing tools and prepare for the climb. Life can be so hard, sometimes, but there has never been a day of it that has not been worth the struggle.
Because I am me, and I am Mum.
How beautiful to be able to hold those titles with such love, and pride, and grace.
4 replies on “Winter Is Coming”
As a child who is only 15 years old, I have a lot to say about this.
Those who have the intention of being an excellent mum will indeed be exactly that. You just need to try your hardest with everything you do with your children
Don’t be so paranoid about the future and live in the moment trusting your future self to do just as well as a mum as your present self
Your children are young and most likely won’t remember a lot of this but they trust and love you, just spending time with them is enough, children don’t need the sunshine and rainbows to be happy, they are so unimaginably creative that they often find ways to stay occupied even indoors.
You’re an amazing mum and your kids will one day be adults like your siblings, time will fly and you will sit there on a day like today and think back at your silly thoughts.
Lots of love, Twaeeba.
Oh Twaeeba☺️What a beautiful gift you are to me. Thank you for those beautiful words of wisdom, and I absolutely agree with every word. Life is for living, all the way through, no regrets. What will be will be. And every bit of it beautiful, in one way or another. Keep shining, sweet girl. xx So much love, Brooke
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I’d suggest you come for a visit since summer has just dropped on us, but I somehow don’t think that’s advisable right now. Though I feel your pain about not being able to go outside in the upcoming season. It may be warm, but it’s definitely too hot to spend any meaningful time outside. I sometimes feel guilty about not even taking the kids to the beach, but I hope that, as they’re about as young as yours, the won’t really remember too clearly at this point and will be more likely to remember the giggles. Children are just so forgiving. And I have no doubt you’re a fantastic mother! You’re there for your babies with all the good and the bad. And the experiments.