Mam’s The Word

Mam’s the Word

“To be fully alive, fully human, and completely awake is to be continually thrown out of the nest.” - Pema Chodron -

Hello Steemers!

Thanks for having me. I’m really excited to be here!

I started writing during a very difficult time in my life. My dearest friend urged me to start writing. Her words were, “Please for the love of everything good in this world. Start a blog 😂 you need to tell the world and make them laugh like you do me 😂😂😂”

So I did.

I was stoned and mellow and my mom was, well, neither....

She’d put too much salt in the pool. I’d googled how to fix it but she wouldn’t hear of it and was throwing acid at the problem. Not entirely out of character...!

She usually lives alone, unless I’m staying with her recovering from some or other surgery or tropical disease, and is used to doing things her own way. More about her later! For sure.

I’m a 41 year young, mother of two beautiful, angel children. I was stoned because, well, I’m a 41 year young mother of two beautiful, angel children.

Now don’t get me wrong! I’m not some drug taking crack.... promiscuous woman. I’d just had back surgery and like MANY of my peers today (you can call them crunchy, but I just like to say “aware”) I don’t do drugs. Pharmaceutical drugs. Unless it’s an emergency, which is something I do “do” every few years... In general, I say NO to drugs.

That shit is baaaad!

No, I was stoned on my cannibis infused coconut oil because I needed to relax and I’d had a little pain. Plus it really helped the writing flooooooow.

So, my mam scored some weed for me and bonus (!) has made a new friend - 70 yr old eligible bachelor... Yes my mother scored free weed, ladies and gentlemen. And my next step dad could actually be a dealer. Anyway, the weed is for pain and anxiety.

And this shit is goooood!

When I became a mom, my entire world changed! Nearly 5 years later, I was on my back recovering from surgery for Sciatica. The previous 2 months had been pure hell. I couldn’t look after my two angel babes! I shrunk, and lost my beautiful round arse. In its place... the “extension back”, just like my mam’s...

Its well known in our family that my mom doesn’t really have a “bottom” as such, just an extra long back. (Don’t worry, she can usually take a joke! Usually...) But, like I said, more about her later.

My little boy is now 11 months old. He’s the proverbial stick that broke my back. He’s got an awesome birth story. More about that later too!

My first born is nearly 5. And she’s pretty out-there-amazing.... she was a doula at the previously undiscussed birth.
More about her later too.

I’m married to an absolute gem who you will obviously hear about later, and have crazy cool in-laws and sisters with attitude!

I live in Northern Mozambique, an area with a high rate of malaria, typhoid etc. You catch my drift, I’m sure.

I’m not entirely sure where I’m from as I’m applying for a passport from a 3rd country soon, but I am a citizen of planet earth.

I’m a trailblazing mamma, friend, sister, daughter, wife, lover, vegetarian, self employed, non-vaxxer, well intentioned unreligious human. And a novice writer.

Just because I (think I) have it all, doesn’t mean that there aren’t some hiccups and adventures along the way.

Join me?