Growing up I had two mums. It sounds a little strange, but it was all that I knew. As a teenager it was awesome, I could go between each Mum and get what I wanted a little easier.
You see my Mum is an identical twin and they are inseparable.
Even today in their late sixties they spend most their days together.
I would ring my Mum to chat and ask some questions, and without knowing my Aunty would answer the phone and giggle at the trick she was playing on me, pretending to be my Mum.
The parent trap movie, growing up was one of our family favourites. We would laugh at the tricks being played between those two naughty twins and laugh whilst watching our film on its videocassette.
Play the movie forward now and I realise why my Mum spent every day with her sister, raising their gaggle of children together.
The isolation of motherhood often undoes me. It is not that I need more friends or family; I just need five-minute friends who are able to have a cup of tea at a moments notice. With all our busy schedules and task lists of perfect planned parenthood, it is easy to forget that in the midst of it all we are all longing for deep connection.