It’s the chip in my windscreen that has become a crack
It’s the middle child who wakes up grumpy and sets the course for the morning ahead
It’s the full punnet of strawberries with all their tips eaten off
It’s the washing, never ending
It’s the second car broken down and no money to fix it
It’s the adjustment of a new school teacher and a child split from her closest friends
It’s my husband’s heart
It’s the constant hunger of my growing girls, and the magic it takes to pull something from a bare fridge
It’s the tears at drop off
It’s the knot that forms when another bill arrives and the feeling of drowning
It’s the lack of direction, and the exhaustion in trying to find where the road starts
It’s not understanding why no one wants to hire me
It’s staying awake at night trying to work out how to make it all work
It’s the uncertainty of how to make a change when every door I knock on remains shut and the open ones close too
It’s the child who wants your attention as soon as the phone rings
It’s exhausting all my options and having no more ideas left
It’s the noise in my head
It’s another hole in my tee shirt
It’s walking around in circles because I can’t remember what I was up to
It’s another tantrum from a child who hates wearing socks
It’s the ants, constantly
It’s never quite managing to keep all the balls in the air
It’s thinking of a meal to cook tonight… and every night
It’s the bickering as soon as the kids come home from school
It’s putting out spot fires constantly
It’s the battle I face to get 2 of my girls to eat veggies
It’s dinnertime whining
It’s homework avoiding
It’s bedtime negotiating
It’s the feeling I’ve stuffed my kids up by all my parenting mistakes
It’s the lack of anything to give my husband after giving everything to the kids
It’s the heavy burden on my back that I can’t shift
It’s the prayers that seem to fall on deaf ears and the feeling that God is far away
And
It’s a morning at the beach and the giggles from a happy 3 year-old
It’s the water, fresh and invigorating that blows the cobwebs out
It’s feeling grateful every time I get in my new car and the sense of pride it has given the kids
It’s the sunshine
It’s the magpie that visits me every day for food and sings a song of gratitude when thrown some bacon
It’s the squishy hands wrapped around my neck and the “Mummy, I love you most in the whole wide world”
It’s the high schooler who is taking year 7 in her stride (and who sends me nice messages at lunchtime)
It’s the cool breeze when I’m hot and sticky
It’s a meal that stretches for lunch the next day
It’s the encouragement from a friend that I’m doing ok
It’s getting more than I anticipated done
It’s a cup of tea
It’s a teacher’s praise
It’s the chuckle an inbox joke brings
It’s the clear water creek on a hot afternoon
It’s empty bowls and full tummies
It’s the washing getting folded, unasked
It’s a husband with no expectations and no judgement
It’s a great show on TV when I finally get to sit down
It’s a foot massage
It’s the clean sheets on my bed
It’s the fresh start that tomorrow is
It’s the possibilities waiting and the anticipation of change in the air
It’s a God who brings grace to get through it all and knowing that, no matter how I feel, He is always there.
It’s the day to day
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Donna has had many career incarnations throughout her lifetime. From working in Film/TV to magazine publishing to proof reading, editing and copy writing, she is also a qualified Interior Stylist and Colour Consultant. She often thinks of herself as a gypsy, roaming careers and creative pursuits and trying somehow, to connect them all! There’s one role however, that keeps her grounded, and that is motherhood. Donna has three gorgeous daughters, Sabine - 12, Claudia - 7 and Elsie - 4, who keep her on her toes and secretly wondering if ‘taxi driver’ should be added to her careers list! She loves to escape in a good book, and has a secret desire to pen a few of her own!!
