Motherhood is intensely hard work, but I’ve enjoyed being pulled out of my solipsism, and finding myself generally far less anxious as a result.Perhaps that’s why I went on to have two more children.
It seemed I’d discovered the secret to a simpler, more fulfilling life.That was until my youngest son, Seb, now four, reached toddlerhood.
I’d never managed to find the perfect nanny before, but third time around, I managed it. She gave me the headspace to think and, as the soothing oxytocin dissipated, I decided that, if I was ever going to finish that novel I had always wanted to write, it was time.
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