10/05/2026
Buckle up - this is a long one!
Today is the first Mother's Day I haven't spent at a football game, which is saying something given my hobbies are basically just taking other people to enjoy their hobbies. If you're in this motherhood era too, you know exactly what I mean. And while I'm genuinely grateful for the space to be home today, it feels odd. Because I’m not with the mums who've become my people.
To the netball mums who invited my daughter to play and nurtured her tenacious spirit from the outset. Who see her chaos as a strength, not something to coach out of her. Who refuse to sand down her quirks, seeing them as assets that can be channelled on the court. Who've embraced her fiery spirit and her teapot stance and her ability to twerk in defence. Who've loved her exactly as she is.
To the football mums who've stood with me in the cold, the rain, the hail. Who cheered as loudly for my kids as I have for yours. Who send messages after games to check in on them. Who celebrate every single achievement like it's your own. Who tell me to not delete my ranty late night messages before they’ve read (and laughed at) them. Who've painfully, patiently attempted concussion assessments on my neurodivergent son. You get it. You try anyway.
To the cricket mums I've shared cheese platters and wine with in the sun. Who've laughed with me when I've had to close my eyes as my son goes out to bat because we genuinely don't know what's going to happen. Who cheer the fours and wickets like they're your own.
To the dance mums who see dance as what it is; an opportunity for kids to be creative, to grow, to express themselves. Never competitive. Never pitting our kids against each other. I can hear you cheering my kids on when we watch the DVDs back. You've given me costume tips, hair tricks, reminders about competitions coming up. Also, to the mums who have sat through hours of dance concerts with no other connection to them other than love for my kids. You came.
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