“Inner voice” is the reassuring sweet voice of my gorgeous girl who constantly repeats, “Your waving ( how she says weaving) is bootiful (beautiful) mummy”. Yes, my little voice outside my head patiently waits, entertains herself and then falls asleep close by. She is also the annoying little voice that holds me accountable. “Mummy, are you doing your weaving today”.
The voice that sorts my thoughts out. “Why are you doing that for mummy?” It’s been quite hilarious answering her and satisfying my thoughts at the same time. I am so thankful for my little voice but only when we are at home. Publicly, I can not squirm enough to be invisible with her innocent honesty.
Great inspiration comes from the heart I believe and she along with her siblings are mine. My heart and inspiration.
Founded on a silent promise I made to each of them as soon as I held them and kissed their heads for the first time. In that hazy moment of blissful ignorance-I whispered, “I promise to do my best by you always-I love you”. It’s interesting how promises are tested almost instantly. Yip, being a new mum four times over does not earn me any extra brownie points at all.
Thankfully, I never made that promise to be perfect. If you look up the word ‘perfect’ in my “Saving mums” dictionary, it says: INSANE or INSANITY. To perfect being a mum or striving to be a perfect mum is the same and makes no difference. Just do “MUM” the best that you can. Often, I confused my best with perfection against the expectations of society. Ironically, conforming to social expectation did stretch me for the better and so I am still grateful for the learning. Now, I can just measure my own greatness and not against anyone else’s rule of what “should” be
Sizing me up was my little inner voice who encouraged greatness and accountability. Hidden agendas were lost in the cute suggestions of possible weaving crafts which encouraged me to keep creating. Hovering with her usual supportive ego stroking and not leaving my side until I had finished, was her commitment to keeping me accountable. My little voice definitely knows how to get results and walk away with them too.
My gorgeous rose truly deserves her goodies! She has been my number one cheerleader in the last project. If only she could make coffee (ahhhhh)
Completing the art project for the kid’s school has revealed that I have been selling myself short using “parent” as an excuse. Parent is a role like other roles I have had in life which brings years of life experience and knowledge that I can share with and transform my communities. I think they call that transferable skills in the workforce.
Being role models or examples for my children as an active participant in LIVING life is my most important role. How better to demonstrate “living or following your dreams” than to have my children witness me actively pursuing mine. Learning, growing and making loads of mistakes while they watch. Active lessons instead of my constant nagging or lip service to the important lessons in life. OK. Constant reminding is my job as a parent. It comes with the territory and also that big fat promise and commitment I made in the delivery suite.
Accountability aye….drives me in all directions. Might as well have fun while doing it!
Hope you are all having a fabulous weekend.