Suitcase and heartbreaks.

So. Back to chewed up nips and piranha teeth.

Allow me to clarify. My longing for simple and natural things such as the above mentioned (yes, we co-sleep; yes, we’re still on our breast feeding journey), comes from a choice I made almost 13 years ago.

I decided to become a flight attendant.

Yes yes, incredible life experience (hashtag grateful), but a shock to the nervous system as a parent. 

For me - who now believes being a stay at home mum (SAHM) is the dream - my job absolutely contradicts this new and rather surprising thought process of mine.

Change career then? Resign?

Go easy on me. It’s just not that simple.

Instead I cherish every bedtime. And soak up every wake up. I let my little human latch on until the sun rises. Because I don’t get to do it every day. And it goes against every cell in my body that I can’t.

I still cry. I can’t resonate just yet with flying mums who enjoy their “time off”. Time off?! Why?! I just can’t get my head around it. Will I ever?

When you consider the most natural needs of a child, and how society negates this, catapulting you back into the world and out of your precious bubble - it’s hard. Actually it hurts. My heart wrenches every time I drag my suitcase out the door. And it would regardless of the job I had.

I’d love to get stuck into this.

But I feel like I need to start from the beginning. Get ready.

Talk soon x