POEM.

Whew you’ve got your hands full,
The passing stranger said with a grin.
As I wrestled the baby in the pram,
The toddler eyeing him with jutted chin.

POEM.

I watch you watch the world go by,
Your curious eyes exploring.
Still too young to understand,
The time that you were born in.

POEM.

All I want for Christmas,
Is to see WA’s border open wide.
I’ve got my double dose,
I just want certainty, a guide.

POEM.

When I wrap you in my arms
And imagine you so small,
I see the growing that we’ve done,
And wonder at it all.

POEM.

Softly feet patter up and down the hall,
Bouncing babe in arms, rhythmic footfall.
Murmured voices echo through the night.
Bleary eyes blink back first rays of light.

POEM.

We’re told we should aspire to more,
We’re told to aspire to less.
We’re told that we should contribute more,
That a mother, a woman, always says yes.

MUSINGS.

Entering motherhood I had so many questions about how it would change me.

MUSINGS.

Social support is a biological necessity. We are not meant to mother alone. Having a support network is so important, especially in the early days of motherhood.

MUSINGS.
Who am I now that I am a mother? How does this fit with the person I was?

POEM.

They handed me my baby, and said congratulations mum.
We took him home with our new titles, not sure how to ‘become’.

MUSINGS.

The beginning of motherhood looks different for everyone and we can’t plan for everything that could and does happen during childbirth. But we can be prepared and empowered.