Three years ago in April I left work to begin maternity leave. I went a little early but I was so fed up I needed a little tranquility to get ready for my babe. As she was nearly three weeks late I had plenty of long sunny days to myself. I filled my time with yoga, pre-washing nappies, paninis and naps – what luxury! Then the baby came and despite the certainties of everyone else I didn’t find life tedious and dull. Far from it, my life blossomed. The rich and varied world of motherhood and housewifery filled my heart. I found ways to earn a modest living from home and handed in my resignation without having to return to work.
Three years down the line I have two children flourishing and I am just as in love with my role as I always was. My house is far from being the best kept (more like worst kept) but everything is done eventually. We fill our days with friends, creativity and giggles. Each April when the blossom blooms I feel the gentle calm in my soul and give thanks that I can walk this path in life.