breaking-in the iron

ok... so i brought an iron today...

who would have thought they come with a plastic sticker thing on the base plate....

oh mother where art tho?

how did these women of the 50's achieve so much at such a youthful age... ?

washing, ironing, cleaning, mothering, and still haveing the time and desire to be stunningly glamorous for their husband as he walked through the door.

"A salute to the suburban superwoman...."

am i capable?

So vulnerable.... so delicate... so mine to care for.... baby number 2

Oh mother where art tho?

Into the mirror i look, the reflection is a young teenager, in reality I am 28.

I am the mother... I have found her, staring back at me. My children call me "mummy", when i myself still feel like a child.

Yes I am tired, I have lived, I have had fun, I have experienced life... but for some reason, my face, my body, my reflection is childlike...

This is my journey to find the mother within.....