Are we ever truly ready to have kids? Like really, really ready? Mentally, that is. Are we mentally prepared for the noise, the chaos the lack of time, the constant worrying about money and how we’ll get the first kid through college, let alone the rest? When do we know we’re ready to become a parent? Is there a moment when life just hits you? Like a flashof lightening that sparks the realisation in you. Do we wake up one morning and think ‘I’m ready for this’ or is that our biological clock kicking us in the rear end? Is it something we think we’re ready for, only to then worry whether we actually are ready when it’s too late and baby is cooking nicely in the oven?
Today I was eaten alive by the plants in our garden after I finally decided to tackle the forest it had become and do a spot of weeding. My arms and legs are covered in incredible scratches and tiny blood spots where plants latched on and tried to tell me to F@#k Off. I didn’t Eff Off. Nature is incredible. I want some of that incredible. It is most definitely on my parenting wishlist.