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  • FEATURE: Love you to the moon and back

    FEATURE: Love you to the moon and back

    Letter to Ella

    AFTER reading quite a few posts this week on mum’s struggling with self worth, their identity and just sheer tiredness, I began to wonder if maybe that Super Moon had some sort of impact on us. The reason is, it’s been a particularly tough one here too. Although, I well realise there are women out there doing it far tougher than me.

    I won’t bore you with all the details, except to say part of it has been three-year-old Ella returning to her tantrum-throwing ways (why, I’m not sure) and five-month-old Holly either teething or just trying to test me. Whatever the case, I’m pretty exhausted this week.

    Thankfully, I had cause to open Ella’s keepsake box last night to store away tickets to a Wiggles concert we went to earlier this week. As I was doing so I stumbled across a letter written by her dad and I on her first birthday for her to read one day in the future.

    If the Super Moon put me off kilter, then it was the stars that aligned and led me to this, a letter I was meant to reread.

    “To our beautiful little girl,

    It’s hard to believe a year has passed since you entered our world. On this day 12 months ago our lives changed forever and Ella, we wouldn’t have it any other way.

    From the time you arrived you have filled our life with joy. Your wonderful smile, cute little giggle, your character and personality infects everyone you meet.

    Ella's keepsake box

    Already you are proving to be a clever, if not headstrong, and loving daughter. It makes the sleepless nights and stinky, pooey nappies all worth it.

    Hopefully, in future years, you can look back on this little note and understand that, to your parents, you are the centre of their universe and you can be happy in the knowledge there are two people who will love you unconditionally always.

    We can’t wait for the birthdays still to come.

    Love your mum and dad’’

    Enough said really.

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    FYBF


  • FEATURE: Breaking up is hard to do

    FEATURE: Breaking up is hard to do

    My beautiful li'l princesses

    RIGHT now I’m filled with a little excitement and a whole lot of fear. This week I made one of the hardest decisions of my life. I can barely utter the words. In fact, when I did “the deed’’, I couldn’t even bring myself to say them. “I am …’’

    As the Editor put it: “breaking up is hard to do’’. You bet ya. This week I broke it off with journalism. We’ve been together now for 16 years. Our first day together was an absolute shambles as I fumbled my way through my first story – after which my boss rewrote the whole thing. Oh dear, was I really cut out for this? I still have that story and can’t help but laugh at what absolute drivel it was. Kind of shows you how far you’ve come, I guess.

    Throughout my career, I’ve been blessed. The majority was spent as an entertainment journalist, interviewing big name TV, film and music stars. People often ask `who was your favourite?’ It’s usually followed by slight blushing, head bowed and a whispered: “John Farnham’’. I know, I know, you can stop laughing now. Give me the biggest names in pop and rock and, I’m sorry, but this one fulfilled the long-held dream of a little country girl.

    Sure, there have been plenty of junkets (wining, dining and realising Jason Donovan is also only 150cms). Then there was the behind the scenes stuff. The Australian singer who took me shopping in Sydney and the entertainer who allowed me so far onto the stage (without being seen by the audience) that the screams from his hundreds of female fans left me with goosebumps.

    Then something happened. I got knocked up, popped out a li’l princess and suddenly my career-obsessed life changed. Forget chasing the stories. All I wanted was to witness that first roll, first crawl, first step and first “I love you’’.  I can have a career anytime, but this time with my two girls I can never get back.

    Priorities change. Life changes. Sometimes we need to move on and I’m so fortunate to be in a position to do that. Is being a housewife “superstar’’ all cupcakes and roses? No, I think not. But I’m ready to be a stay at home mum and all that that entails.

    This week I resigned. There, I’ve said it. Now the next chapter of my life begins.

    Are you a working mum or a SAHM (stay at home mum)? What led you to your decision?