I still remember the moment I saw that positive pregnancy test as a fresh 23-year-old. I couldn’t believe it. My husband Ross and I had done lots together, but we'd never been parents! We were surprised, nervous, excited and grateful. And had absolutely no idea what was coming!
Fast forward 4 years and I’m the mum (it still feels weird to say!) to three small people. My boy Harper (4) is a huge softie and Ross affectionately refers to him as "Mr Vocal Chords" coz every day is just one very, very long commentary of what's going on. He's an incredibly sweet kid and loves to please people.
I can already tell that our girl Eden (2) is completely different - she's full of confidence, strength and independence. She takes after her dad and was born with super-human muscle tone and her favourite phrase is "Net me do it!". Both our kids have this beautiful sense of joy and are just starting to realise that they're in this together - pretty special.
Some days it hits me really hard - it’s pretty much up to me to teach them how to be humans… no biggie. It’s not like I’m the one who can unlock their life potential, give them stability and confidence in who they are and model how to positively contribute to the world around us...
I thought I’d had a fair bit of life experience under my belt before that momentous day when my body involuntarily ejected a tiny person. I’d lived in Rwanda (Africa) for a while, been to university, got married at 21, become a (very) small-scale popstar (I’m pretty sure that every radio announcer invented a new version of my name - who reads 'Sheryn Binks' as 'Sherwin Blinks'?!) and learnt how to be a film-maker/small business owner. Yet none of this seemed to prepare me for the insurmountable task of raising children.
Motherhood. Isn’t it just something else? Isn’t it just the most bizarre combination of beauty & pain, of laughter & frustration, sacred and
You get the point. It’s the most un-glamorous, un-romantic way to become the person I’ve always dreamed of being. Kind, compassionate, fun, carefree, selfless, patient, humble, beautiful. It’s a daily labour of love, in the true sense of the word.
And through it all, I get a small glimpse of the kind of love my Heavenly Father has for me. And it floors me. He’s so much better at this than I am! And in the midst of the heartache moments, tears streaming down my face as I look toward another challenge I swear I’m not cut out for, I’m gently reminded that this is what it takes to become more like Him. To become the person He made me to be.
Our hope and prayer is that this online space would be a sort of honest, raw account of our journey through this craziness. That together we wouldn’t just survive them, we’d really live the colourful days of motherhood.