Surviving Fairies.

It’s funny how life throws you a curve ball sooner or later. I grew up in a house with girls mostly and a very strong-minded mother. My mother taught my siblings and I never to rely on a man for anything if much. Independence rippled through our years as we learnt early on how to do for ourselves what which many woman  would perceive to not be lady like.  To change a wall plug socket, your own light bulb and mow the lawn to name but a few. My mother had method to her ‘madness’ as the years went on.  After sneaking her car for a night out with friends all of 16 years of age,  I somehow managed to hit a speed bump hard enough to cause a flat. My punishment was to learn not only how to change a flat but to figure it out and change it myself. To this day I chuckle in remembrance. My efforts and lack of speed irritated our gardener to the point he took over. Of course I kept quiet about the help but in my defense I can officially change a flat on any small simple car. 

During my youngest years I was a typical girly girl. Never could a day pass without me wearing pink. I don’t think I owned anything that didn’t have the colour pink. It was pink for every occasion. That all changed when I became a tomboy. Gone were Barbie, cabbage Patch Dolls and My Little Pony. As were pretty dresses and ribbons in my hair – It was replaced with a BMX, quad skates and adventure. Climbing trees, sliding off the roof onto our mattress and exploring the storm water drains. Don’t even ask of the dangers as only years later did I learn just how dangerous it was. On our daily expeditions passing farms, we would eat fruit straight off trees as we rode past the fruit farms while out on adventures. They were delicious and sustaining, even thirst quenching. The adrenalin, excitement and adventure of exploring our town was far more entertaining than staying at home dressing dolls, colouring in the lines, garden tea parties and dress-ups. The golden rule was always to be home by sunset. Four siblings and myself – we called ourselves the ‘Famous Five’ yip, just like the book series. 

Looking back, there is no way on earth I would allow my sons to do a fraction of the things I did. Times have changed and our cities lack that sense of community, freedom and safety. Having my own family now with three sons and a husband who still taps into his inner-child on occasion, I now see how my tomboy years shaped and prepared me in playing a significant role becoming the worm hunting, spider pet collecting, mud playing, motorbike riding mom of today.  

Have a fantastic weekend, SunshineMac.

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