THE PARENTING MATRIX

I could say I felt united with a rubber band, as strange as the similarity sounds. Many mothers can relate to this, for stretched to the maximum, we are our families, saviors, sandwich makers, sock finders, tie handlers and even in some cases ER nurses!!! When the book cannot be found, when the supplies are needed for the last minute project or even when the blanket has fallen off the bed, they all scream for MUM. With a four man brood at home, my daily responsibilities do reach maximum level.

Much like Neyo in the world of the mystical matrix, aka my household and its occupants, my ubiquitous self puts up a good fight. The fight is so fierce and fast and strong that the parenting days are a blur to me, speeding fast in a vortex that I have no control over. In-fact despite the extreme test of character, I in fact feel saddened at how quickly my children's childhood is escaping before my eyes. I try to cling, to tiny little characteristics that make them my own. A coveted stuffed toy that my son wouldn't part with, butterfly kisses that my eldest loved to give, the love filled notes that my third would keep under our pillows or the milk and honey baby smells that are slowly dissipating from my youngest.

Yes our parenting days are sometimes long and harried, but they are indeed gone in a blink of an eye, like a loud rattling train, leaving us in an astounded diminished silence. Don't miss out on that train, hang on tightly and enjoy every minute of your life as parent.