Re-packaging Mummy!

Mummy, a word full of promise.

mum-baby-love-mummy-not-just-a-nameInspiring, protecting and comforting;  ‘Mummy’ is much more than just a name. Fourteen years ago my baby boy was placed in my arms and a whole new chapter of my life began. My new role as a Mummy was full of promise, I had joined an exclusive group whose knowledge could only be gained through lived experience. For the first time in my life I became an instant ‘expert’! It was strange how quickly I learned things about baby Biscuit that other people didn’t spot; the way his cry changed from hunger to pain, the little noises that meant he needed sleep or wanted cuddles. This was when I realised that I did know more about my own baby than anyone else!

My baby was my world and I was his.

Being a Mummy was like falling in love, but without the worry of whether it was reciprocal! My baby was my world and I was his. Simple. Although at times being Biscuit’s Mummy was fraught with anxiety and challenged me to make tough decisions I loved the role, and discovered Mummy was the name I had always known.

Who is Mummy?

I’m often the inspiring, loving and respected Mummy, but sometimes I’m the grumpy, bored and taken-for-granted Mummy!  I am the one that keeps the balls in the air for our family.  Like a project manager I run the schedules, manage the costs and complete the check lists for the smooth running of Team K. I do get it wrong at times. We go over budget, miss deadlines and have a bumpy ride!  But most of the time it’s what makes me tick.

Being Mummy to Biscuit and Berry has been my most fulfilling, demanding and emotionally satisfying role.

Goodbye Mummy?

This year I had some tough news; the boys decided that they are too old to call me Mummy.

In theory I agreed with them, at 14 and 11 they should start call me Mum.  I remember the sting of being laughed at by some older girls in high school after they overheard me say ‘goodbye Mummy’.

So I moved from Mummy 2 Mum!

First steps on a new journey.

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Is Mum the same as Mummy?

But that change was more than just a name.

This would be the first step in the long  process of letting go. The boys don’t need so many cuddles, they entertain themselves and seek independence rather than being my little shadow!

So what is my new role as Mum to adolescent boys? I don’t know just yet, and the irony isn’t lost on me when I say it’s like being handed that new-born all over again! I’m the ‘expert’ on my own kids, so I’m just going to have to work it out, the way I did when they were babies!

They still need a listening ear, feeding, protecting, encouraging, soothing, inspiring and the occasional hug (just not in-front of their friends!). It seems like the same stuff Mummy did just delivered in new packaging!

I can do that. I can re-package Mummy and become a Mum of teens!

Have your children stopped calling you Mummy yet? Did the change in name bother you? I’d love to hear from you in the comments!





A Journey Beyond Kilometers

family-roadtrip-togetherWe recently travelled for 3 months around Australia and I began blogging, mainly to share news and updates with friends and family, but also to record a journal of our adventures. As we travelled it was clear that this was not a journey measured only in kilometres, but in personal connection and growth.

We covered great distances from Broome to Cairns but the further we went from home the more home was found within us. It was as if the distance created by pursing individual goals diminished as we worked to achieve shared goals. Gaps and silences that had been sliding quietly into the spaces in our lives became filled with laughter and adventure. And when I reflect on the real journey that my blog documents, it is the record of our family re-connecting and evolving.

Now we’re back in Perth, back to school, work and hum-drum can we keep the connection alive? How do we maintain our individual lives without becoming fragmented again?