So I’m a bit slow to come to the party but tonight I watched Moana for the first time. 

Seriously, apart from the Lion King, this is the best children’s movie. Ever. 
Perhaps because I relate to Moana. The ocean calls me. That feeling of being on a boat on the water gives me such a feeling of relief, relaxation, revitalisation. Calm. 

She knows she’s got it in her. Somewhere. To do what she’s destined for. I do to. I know it’s in there. Just having a little trouble getting it out. 

Baby steps. I know I will rediscover who I am and feel that powerful sense of fulfilment and ease. 

This current stage of my life is all consuming. Four boys aged 8 and under. All needing something all the time. And that’s ok. Because they are children and I am their mother. It’s my responsibility to make sure their needs are met and that I teach them life lessons so they don’t turn out to be jerks. 

Four children is a lot. I thought I was busy with two. But we’ve gone and doubled that. I believe the universe doesn’t give us any more than we can handle. So part of my destiny must be to raise four boys who will turn into men in the blink of an eye. 

And when they start needing me less, I will have the time and capacity to focus more on me. With the spirit of the ocean running through my veins, I know I can do anything I set my mind to. (Thanks also to Matty for building me up today. Xx)