I might have forgotten Smothering Sunday had it not been for an intervention by the eternally wise Bibsey Mama. Having now remembered it in the nick of time (whew), here follows a motherhood faq a la Chaos HQ.
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Describe Motherhood in three words
Poo. Puke. Bananas. The universal uniform of motherhood. Some say this triplicate is good for the complexion, others say it builds character. Most agree it poses significant challenges to mental health.
Does your experience differ from your mother's? How?
My mama raised three kids and several dozen chickens with only an occasional 'darn it'. I manage two kids and one toaster by speaking a sailor dialect.
What's the hardest thing about being a mum?
Kids go bananas at the slightest provocation.
What's the best thing?
Kids go bananas at the slightest provocation.
How has it changed you?
I don't even remember what used to get me out of bed in the morning. I mean, no one was kicking me or demanding bananas in those days.
What do you hope for your kids?
That they will never lose their joy and nonsense.
What do you fear for them?
That they will lose their joy and nonsense.
What makes it all worthwhile?
The reasons are more numerous than stars in the sky. Like days spent jumping puddles and hunting invisible dragons, covered in finger paint, glitter, and bananas.
