Mum’s the Word

Life as a mum in Ip­swich

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Anew school year is al­ways a mixed bag of emo­tions: excitement (for new friends and ad­ven­tures), de­spair (at hav­ing to bat­tle with rolls of con­tact), sad­ness (be­cause the hol­i­days are over), ap­pre­hen­sion (of the un­known), and an­guish (at the thought of hav­ing to make school lunches ev­ery damn day). Hav­ing a child in Grade Three, I thought I had this par­ent­ing/school­ing ca­per some­what un­der con­trol. But, as al­ways, par­ent­ing seems to be a make-it-up-as-you-go-along kind of gig. And you know what? I’m lov­ing it. I’m gen­er­ally a reg­i­mented, sched­ule-driven per­son. In the past, our fridge had ros­ters and lists of things that had to be done ev­ery day. And while I found that works to some ex­tent, I wanted life this year to be less hec­tic. Less reg­i­mented. Less sched­uled. And more en­joy­able. So, what’s dif­fer­ent this year for us? For one, I’m not tak­ing things too se­ri­ously. I’m let­ting the child sleep in a lit­tle later dur­ing week­days. You’d think that this would make us rush more in the morn­ings, but it seems to have the op­po­site ef­fect. The ex­tra 20 min­utes al­lows me to get lunch out, uni­forms out and get ready for the day. That ex­tra time also means I have time to find my cen­tre for the day. That ex­tra 20 min­utes means that I can have my cof­fee in peace. I’ve also been more con­scious of how I talk in the morn­ing. My tone, the way I say things, the way I re­quest for things to be done. I had found my­self ‘com­mand­ing’ and yelling of­ten, and had a ma­jor re­al­i­sa­tion: I would NEVER speak to my hus­band or an­other adult in that tone – what on earth made it ok to speak to my child in that way? So, there’s a cou­ple of small, but slightly dif­fi­cult, changes that I’ve made so far. Our morn­ings are run­ning smoother. There has been less yelling, less tantrums, and less stress. And life has be­come more en­joy­able. Charisse Farr in­hab­its a lit­tle Span­ish mis­sion home in Ip­swich with her hus­band, her 7-go­ing-on-17 year old lit­tle boy, a grumpy cat named Storm, and the ever-ex­citable mini-moxie-cross Penny.


If you’re a par­ent, chances are you’ve of­ten felt like this at the start of the school year. Don’t worry, you’re not alone.


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