My eldest son Toby starts high school in a few weeks, and lately I have noticed a vibe shift as I transition into this new 'mid-motherhood' phase.
While Toby has exciting new freedoms (with boundaries) thanks to a second hand phone, I am adapting to who I am now in his life.
My youngest son Leo, who is about to start year 1, has also had a developmental leap. Clearly my nearly six-year-old still needs his mum, but as his body lengthens and his interests and needs change, my role does too.
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Where once I would spend a lot of time physically carrying my boys about or getting down on the floor to play puzzles, read books, or draw together; they both now prefer to mostly play sport, sport, and more sport. I can tolerate a bit of handball in the backyard but watching or playing sport is not my area of expertise, so I have become a passive audience.
I have gained some freedom as the physical demands of early motherhood have lessened. This on the whole is very welcome, but whereas I understood my role as a busy mum of adorable infants sharing 'messy hair don't care' memes and downing coffee with my mum friends at playgroup, I'm still working out my exact role and feelings about this new phase.