Do you remember the days when your handbag held the essentials for the modern woman? You know the kind of stuff, purse, phone, compact, lipstick....the list is quite obvious.
Now I am a mother to a 7 year old (sorry my love, nearly 8 years old) I find my bag is full of weird and wonderful 'stuff'. I seem to have to forage for anything I may require, even somewhat urgently. There is at present, a broken hairband, several scraps of paper with 'I love you mummy', one sock (why?) a moxie girls bracelet, sorry two of those, a sparkly hair grip and the obligatory plaster (probably the only one in the house due to misuse, why do kids want a plaster for even the most minute scratch?). Last but not least, a gazillion scrunched up tissues.
I love being a mum, the complexities of parenting scare the crap out of me, but down to the very core of my being, I love that child of mine. And all the junk that she brings to my world. It's when I am at work and reach into my bag for some essential item and pull out that odd smelly sock that I am reminded of what is important to me.
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