Love, bubs and life on our little farm

Sometimes I get a little sick of just being defined as a mum. Yes I am a mum - its now as much part of me as being female or 5ft 6 tall. I love it. But it does not singularly define me. I am so much more.

Sometimes I also get a little bored with people that only think of themselves as mums. Their facebook status is always about their child.. their blog is only about their child.. their conversation is only about babies/children (this is NOT directed at anyone in particular - please dont take offence) and I feel that their only great achievements are what their child does.

Of course your child and their achievements/milestones are amazing and make your life so much richer and more meaningful. But what about you, your heart, your soul?

What do you do for yourself in a day, in a week. What things/hobbies/loves/laughs makes you what you are.

I love the outdoors - I love feeling fit, healthy and strong striding outdoors in the sun, with the breeze blowing across my skin. I love standing next to my beautiful horses grooming them. I love training them and teaching half a tonne of horse flesh to respond to gentle pressure of one leg or a twitch of the rein. I love the adrelanin rush of galloping between jumps and soaring over them. Sometimes I think of that Faithless song "this is my church, this is where I heal my hurts". That is what spending time for myself outside does for me. Working at my career also makes me feel the same - I love challenging myself, working to deadlines, feeling intelligent and well trained. And it makes me a better mother - I come home refreshed and renewed. And I will teach my daughter that she can be so much - strong, independent and able to achieve goals.


And that is why tomorrow, when I spend most of Mothers Day at a dressage competition, I will not feel like I am missing out one bit even though I will be up and out of bed long before others are being brought breakfast in bed. I am celebrating "me" in the best way I can think of. And I know that my little one will be waiting to give me a big hug when I get home.

I hope everyone has a lovely Mothers Day, feels appreciated for what they are and doesn't get given an iron! (My idea of the worst present to buy someone else! Just buy me a ball and chain at the same time)