Mothers Day in the UK dawns bright and early. My baby octopi and their baby octopi are many miles away. For some years,I have been so very pleased not to be an Octopus Muma. I would not be writing this now if I were. Octopus Muma makes a great big life changing sacrifice when she books into the underwater maternity world. Bigger than giving up sleep, listening to live music and restful days doing nothing. Octopus Muma becomes a snack.
The Netflix Documentary, My Octopus teacher shows the intelligence and wisdom of an Octopus Muma, link below
https://www.netflix.com/gb/title/81045007?preventIntent=true
Beyond the final sacrifice, being an Octopus Muma seems fabulous. Swimming in warm waters with my children. No lego to step on, no last minute costumes for school plays or ingredients for cooking projects. No need to join parents groups or be a taxi. Just all the fun stuff, adventures in kelp forests. Hide and seek in underwater caves. Catching a ride on a thermal current. The fun stops though when Muma becomes supper.
So although it is a little sad to be apart on Mothers Day. I know that I am safe. My beloved children and grandchildren are far enough away and enjoying their lives elsewhere. With no thought of turning me into something to be served from a bowl!
P.S just as I finished writing this I opened my Mothers Day card. It features a bee so cannot be included in this blog but the sentiment is worth sharing.
Motherhood is no joke, but I am proud to have nurtured two lovely human beings into adulthood. At times I have been eaten up with worries, sadness and the pressure of getting ‘Motherhood’ done right. For the most part I know I have ‘winged’ it, usually dropping down on the side of ‘Good Enough’which is fine by me. In an age where everything seems to have external assessors, or users reviews, with the goal being ‘The Best’ it is easy to forget that ‘Better,is often, the enemy of Good’
Three or four stars is just fine .
theoldmortuary.design 
I’m so with you on this and my motto for my girls and I, looking back, is, ‘we are all alive.’ Pure trial and error )
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Absolutely, there is so.much more I could have written but it would be misconstrued. Even the taxi ing had the huge bonus of often long drives with lateral talking. But oh how hopeless I was at Parents groups right from conception and through to Senior School. So competitive and clique forming. I always felt on the outside. I love our conversations , so often on a similar page. Thanks for being an active participant at theoldmortuary
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my pleasure –
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