I can’t hop on planes when I find a good deal anymore — nor do I really want to, to be honest — but the writer and the mother and the person that I am is still informed by the mid-twenties person who did.
Beautiful Rosie. Now being in the “other side” of parenting I can promise you the thrill will be there especially when you experience it with and see the same excitement through your own childrens eyes. Worth all the messy diapers in the world!
I love this description. I've struggled with this too. In the last 7 months (she'll be 4 in the summer) we've finally started having some adventures beyond these borders. It's different, but special in its own way.
My eldest is 7. It gets far more exciting and relevant to our own interests as people. And yet I’m still longing for more. I swear I’m meant to be a mum to teens & adults. The young years are bloody hard.
Oh yes. I had a child to have an adult child. 😂 (not really, but sort of. I think I just knew I’d find parenting hard. I didn’t realise quite *how* hard, though obviously many lovely bits too.)
I literally feel every word of this. I’ve even often said “I had children to have adult children.” My mother doesn’t understand me at all. Aaaaand that’s a whole different story 😂
Someone linked this on Notes and I'm glad I read it! I have a keychain from Toronto that I bought when I moved there in 2014. A totally different time. Thanks for introducing me to the topic of 'transitional objects' -- I wrote a song about something similar recently, and how objects like this become 'fossils' in our lives, dug up years in the future and remembered for how life was then.
This was such a lovely piece to read, Rosie. I am currently that past version of you and have been worrying about the future a lot. Your words brought me peace and made me realize that even if this era ends at some point in time, I never stop being that adventurer and dreamer. Sending u love! 💌
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Beautiful Rosie. Now being in the “other side” of parenting I can promise you the thrill will be there especially when you experience it with and see the same excitement through your own childrens eyes. Worth all the messy diapers in the world!
That's lovely to hear, Carolyn. And thank you so much for reading!
I’m right there with you in the throes of motherhood deeply longing for adventure and also finding it in my arms.
I love this description. I've struggled with this too. In the last 7 months (she'll be 4 in the summer) we've finally started having some adventures beyond these borders. It's different, but special in its own way.
My eldest is 7. It gets far more exciting and relevant to our own interests as people. And yet I’m still longing for more. I swear I’m meant to be a mum to teens & adults. The young years are bloody hard.
Oh yes. I had a child to have an adult child. 😂 (not really, but sort of. I think I just knew I’d find parenting hard. I didn’t realise quite *how* hard, though obviously many lovely bits too.)
I literally feel every word of this. I’ve even often said “I had children to have adult children.” My mother doesn’t understand me at all. Aaaaand that’s a whole different story 😂
Someone linked this on Notes and I'm glad I read it! I have a keychain from Toronto that I bought when I moved there in 2014. A totally different time. Thanks for introducing me to the topic of 'transitional objects' -- I wrote a song about something similar recently, and how objects like this become 'fossils' in our lives, dug up years in the future and remembered for how life was then.
Thank you for reading and sharing!
Beautiful
This was such a lovely piece to read, Rosie. I am currently that past version of you and have been worrying about the future a lot. Your words brought me peace and made me realize that even if this era ends at some point in time, I never stop being that adventurer and dreamer. Sending u love! 💌
Thank you!
Fine writer and reader of Substack—we are starting a movement to get a poetry section added to the platform. Can I ask, are you with us?
https://substack.com/profile/10309929-david/note/c-15579327
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Your voice can be heard among the starry illuminations, howling at the moon.
Thank you for your time and support.
Love and appreciation,
David
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