Motherhood: The Modern-Day Village



I’m almost three years into motherhood and can safely say I still have no idea what I am doing. When my second daughter arrived seven months ago, people confidently told me ‘You’ll know what you’re doing then’ and using all the caffeine-fuelled bravado I could muster, I beamed back ‘yar, yar, so much easier second time round’, while manically trying to prevent the Heir from scooting on the road and wondering when I last fed the Spare.

The only thing I know for certain is that women are amazing.

Inspiring, uplifting, encouraging and utterly amazing. And thanks to social media, WhatsApp, email, Skype and the gazillion other ways we can communicate with actual IRL friends, we are a worldwide force to be reckoned with.

I was fairly confident I would fall head over heels (or, more accurately, flats) in love with my babies as soon as they arrived and that certainly proved to be true. I have adored everything about the little possums even before their very first gasps of air.

What I hadn’t anticipated is the overwhelming love, gratitude and respect I would feel for my circle of female friends. The friend that packed me a hospital bag full of things I would need when the baby arrived (it’s a true friend who braves the maternity section of the M&S underwear department for you).

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my daily therapist, without whom I    would be lost

The friend who brought Ben and Jerry (Phish Food, no less) into my house and took my husband and children out after I had an infected tooth removed (the same friend who I text daily and who knows that the crying / shot gun emoji combo will be followed by the dancing girls / cocktail duo come 7pm).

My best friend who calls every week from Australia, ‘just to clock in’ even though her super-fly lifestyle is infinitely more interesting than my SW6 existence.

My oldest friend who flew across the world for a weekend to be at her God Daughter’s christening.

My big sister who, with two young children of her own, has paved a comfortable path for me to follow.

The colleague-turned-BFF who I call for a rant but end up in tears of laughter with.

The post-natal personal trainer, a survivor of breast cancer at the age of 26, who inspires more than just a beach body.

And the greatest gal pal of all, my mum, who listens tirelessly, advises cautiously and loves unconditionally (thank god). Who comes to stay and gets up at 5am with my two-year-old (sometimes jet lag is a blessing). Whose embrace still provides the same complete comfort it did when I was five.

my mum, my hero

my mum, my hero

This is the modern-day village of women with whom I am navigating the maze of motherhood.

The decade between 30 and 40 is when adulthood gets real. Mortgages, school fees and car seats replace sex, snogging and scandal as dinner party conversations.

When couples give one another ‘the look’ that signals its time for bed it’s not for any kind of romantic liaison, it’s because if they don’t leave NOW they will have to pay the babysitter for another hour and the thought of the breakfast shift with a hangover is terrifying.

Trying to raise and run a family while furthering a career and mastering gluten / sugar / dairy-free muffins for play dates is a 24/7 occupation so suddenly ‘having it all’ can begin to feel like ‘having it all to worry about’.

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best friends, bridesmaids, and God mothers to my daughters. Three of the greatest women I know

Yet in between the day-to-day of trying to figure out what the hell we’re all meant to be doing, this tribe of women makes time to check in with one another. To support and encourage. To comfort and console. To love, honour and puree.

The Spice Girls called it, Taylor and her girl squad champion it and I for one feel bloody lucky to be part of it; women are stronger than ever and the world is a better place for it.

-Louisa Parker Bowles

London, UK

Mum to 2 darling and sassy young ladies

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