Confession: long ago I was a compulsive locked-door, Jeff-Buckley-listening, angst-filled diary-writer. No experience seemed quite real until I had written it down. I composed enigmatic poetry, I started novels, and I dreamed of one day being a proper writer. And then, marriage and work and babies and life happened and I pretty much stopped writing.
This year, my true love and I celebrated ten years of marriage. I started marriage as a rock-star’s wife and now find myself married to a pastor (well, youth pastor at least, which seems to involve less preaching and more pool noodles). This was absolutely not in the plan, but through the grace of God has turned out better than expected. In a decade we’ve bought a house nobody else wanted because we saw a home beyond the cactus jungle and smoke-filled carpet, we’ve managed to raise a labradoodle to display boundless devotion to a small rubber ball, and we’ve had a pigeon-pair of adorable kids (one of them a little sooner than expected while on holidays in a remote farmhouse).
Currently I am a stay-at-home mum and part-time junior primary library teacher. My sensitive and creative five-year-old daughter juggles her first year of school with collecting treasures, sorting and presenting us with stickers (where they all come from, nobody knows!) and planning parties for her fairy friends. My two-year-old boy likes to scatter her treasures, disorganise her stickers and participate in her parties with a boisterous disregard for the finer details. Fun times, except when it all ends in tears.
Of course, being a mum is an absolute privilege. However, if I’m honest, there are days that have the distinct whiff of Groundhog: days where I crave some form of creative expression beyond play-dough. I (ever so cautiously) started this blog because I missed the cleansing ritual of recording life. I missed the buzz I felt when a few words slid perfectly into place. The name came from a story my daughter told me when she was two-and-a-half: “When I was a little girl, I had three puppies and a seahorse…”
I love sharing my family’s stories, in all their shabby ordinariness – the bliss and bafflement of bringing up two little people. I am grateful and honoured that you would visit my blog. Please follow along – I promise to keep the angst to a minimum!