OPINION: Greatest miracle makes up for all
COMMENT BY SAMI MUIRHEAD: THERE is an army of women marching across the Sunshine Coast who appear to be "normal" and functioning human beings, but if you look closely you will see the telltale signs they are Mothers To Young Children (MTYC).
I am discovering it is both an honour and a privilege to be a mum to three children aged three or under, but it does come at a price to my sanity and, most of all, my personal grooming.
We are a commonly found species in need of sleep and a good night out, often sporting heavy bags under our zombie-like eyes and lacking brushed hair due to sleep deprivation and a baby-fried brain. We would not change things for the world, however, for the days are long but the months incredibly short as our babies grow before our eyes.
For Coast mums with young kids, this column is for you, to say "hang in there" as the telltale signs are revealed that you are raising young kids.
The handbag? Well, you do not have a handbag. You have a nappy bag the size of the carry-on luggage you used to take to Bali (pre-kids). The only thing the bag does not contain is a single item for mum. Unless of course you count nipple cream, which should never count as a luxury personal item. Never.
The clothes? You can pick a mum of young children by her clothes. They are either still wearing maternity clothing (this may go on for three years as that post-baby weight can be tricky to move), or they are trying to squish stubborn saddlebags and airbag boobs back into their non-maternity clothes. Another obvious sign of the MTYC is clothes with stains and smears. As for ironing? Well that now seems a fun social activity from back in the days when you cared and had time to actually put effort into your personal appearance.
The hair style? It does not exist.
The make-up? See above point.
The crazed look in the eyes? To be out in the real world with bright sunlight or shopping centre lights can be quite disorientating for us mums of young babies, as we tend to live vampire hours. Or the crazed look could be due to a desperate search for a coffee.
Bras? So boring they would make Tony Abbot look the life of the party. Forget lace and femininity. Think scaffolding and small tents.
Undies? See above point.
One of these days we will fit our clothes again and may even get that mashed banana out of our hair. And you know what, we would not change a thing in the meantime, because we have been given the greatest miracle of all.