This not an adequate description of parenting. It is NOT all sunshine, rainbows, and happy times! It certainly has a good dusting of these, but these are the good bits. It is predominantly made up of tears, frustration, teamwork, routine, sleeplessness, more tears and arguments and negotiations. It is like working on a negotiation then to have to start all over again because the goal posts have shifted. It is like being outnumbered every day. It is a regime; dictated by four tiny humans that constantly amaze me with how intelligent they are.
I hear these five words a great deal. Thrown at me by people I don’t know, people I know, and then overheard whilst out and about. Although, I honestly thought that by now (‘now’ being mum to 4 1/2 year old triplets and an almost 8 year old) the occurrences would die down. Apparently not, as I am hearing it with a vengeance!
I will put a stop to it all right now – I am not superwoman. I do not possess magical or heroic powers other than the ones that come factory approved when motherhood kicks in. I don’t know how to do, be or have it all, as I don’t think I quite get it all done every day/week/month/year. I think I make it up as I go along. I try to do as much as I can, sometimes it ends well, other times it ends in tears – either mine or one of the kids.
Today I realised how fast time does fly. I had minimal warning, thanks to a change in legislation very late last year, which meant that the trio were actually eligible this year for school instead of next year. I was not all together prepared for them to start school this year – don’t get me wrong, I am absolutely ok with it, as I think it will be a massive benefit to them, but I had worked on Kindy (again) this year, and Prep for 2016. So this week, they started school. Three little Preppies and a Grade Three’er. Feels as though I blinked and it has all happened so fast.
The old saying is that a picture is worth a thousand words – and when I look in my photo program, I have a whole library of words that ‘go’ with the photos. It brings me back to why I take photos. With the integration of smart phones and cameras it means that, for me, I don’t drag out the ‘good’ camera as often and predominantly use my phone. This means that I find myself flooded with images, as opposed to some carefully crafted or opportune moments that were found when you had to worry about the quantity of film being used, or the wonder of seeing the film when you picked it up from developing. I kind of miss those days. Sometimes you take a hundred photos to get one ‘good’ shot. Then other days you find yourself not taking a single photo at all.
This is still an experimental recipe, altered for each attempt, considering the intelligence and smarts change in the four kids on each attempt. Rules change, goal posts shift. It’s a work in progress….
Arrive at destination after hearing at least 400 times “Are we there yet?”.
Get asked at least 100 times “What’s to eat?” followed closely by “Where is my bike?”. Dispense liberally bananas, rice crackers and water bottles.