“I am the mothership. I safely carried 3 humans into the world. Once they were out, breathing air that was external, they began their journey of separation. When they were babies I didn’t realise they would ever grow. I knew they would of course, but I had no true idea of what it is to have a child, an older child. I nurtured through tired eyes, with marsupial pride. Never once did I find my babies irritating, draining, suffocating. I was lucky not to feel those things as I know some women do. Toddlers were challenging – it’s our female right to actively complain, make jokes and put of feelers to make sure our toddlers get a fanfare of complaints from us their mothers. I complained for sure, loving them hard within the centre of my whinges. And without noticing or focusing fully, life moved forwards and my babies grew every 365 days. I was there for every single day:

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Six.

Seven.

Eight.

Nine.

Ten.

I stop at Ten as I don’t know Eleven. Yet…

Having 3 babies fast forwarded me into the role of MD to a small company of men. I never realised how much guidance I was going to need to give. But I Guess, if I’d known, maybe I never would have done it. But I did do it. And I love my boys harder than I even knew I was capable of. It’s hard at times. But I hope that’s all the heart that goes in will one day result in men who say how they feel, know what is right, and who are comfortable in the skin I stitched for them way back when in utero.”