A mother has a unique gift
One that is unsurpassed, unrequited and unrepeatable by another.
Your role, your privilege,
Your strengths, your learnings,
Those moments when you rise and fall…
As I write this I am on a short flight between Sydney and Melbourne, sitting on a row of three seats in between two males I don’t know.
I guess my fears are around a fear of judgement and a fear of vulnerability that comes with talking openly about sex.