This year I witnessed several Easter miracles. The first happened when for the first time in history not even one of my kids woke in darkness to scope out the living room for hidden eggs.

The second miracle was that when my youngest woke first he (to my complete and utter surprise) patiently waited over an hour before asking if he could wake his sleeping sisters so they could do the Easter egg hunt.

The final miracle was that when doing the egg hunt, they all calmly collected eggs and then once they were sure they had found them all, decided of their own volition to pool the eggs before dividing them equally amongst themselves to ensure everyone got the same amount of eggs.

I was less surprised by the instant consumption of the chocolate eggs before breakfast – but as my kid’s seem to have inherited my chocoholic genes, I understand that they revel in the fact that there is one day a year where chocolate is the staple food supply for the day!

I hope you all had an enjoyable, choc-filled Easter with quality time spent with family and friends.

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As a mother of four kids, I’ve had my fair share of sleepless nights – particularly since none of them slept through until they were two years old.

Now that my daughter is sixteen and has her first real boyfriend, I’m entering a new phase of a different kind of sleepless night – one that I think are may be worse than the toddler days.

The other night she went on a harbour cruise in town with her boyfriend. I knew his mother was driving her there and home so her safety wasn’t what was keeping me up – I just couldn’t sleep until I knew she had arrived home.

At first I intended on staying up until she came home, but as I wasn’t exactly sure what time to expect her, I thought maybe I was best to try to go to bed, knowing full well I wouldn’t sleep until she was home.

As I lay there in the dark, with my husband sound asleep beside me, I was thinking about the fact that this is just the tip of the iceberg. As our kids get older they will start socialising more and inevitably be out later than I want to stay up. At least when our kids were toddlers, they may have kept us awake, but they were safely tucked in bed. Will I ever get over the anxiety of waiting to hear the door open to ensure that my beloved kids are home safe and sound?

When my daughter arrived home, she quietly tiptoed upstairs as to not wake the family. I jumped out of bed to see that it was her and not an intruder, and to ask if she had a good time. I almost scared her to death creeping out of the dark of the night! It was then that I fully transformed into my mother and asked her in future to come to my room to let me know that she was home safe and sound. Visions of me at that age rushed through my head – arriving home just on my curfew and calling out to let Mum know I was home. I only had to call out to my Mum because like my husband, my father was always sound asleep too!

In a nutshell, my daughter had a great night whilst I had an epiphany that we are entering a new phase in our life – one where, when our kids are out socialising, my husband will sleep like a baby and I will lie awake until all my chicks have come home to roost for the night.

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I need to state for the record that I love sleep! Before children I used to sleep like a log. I grew up sharing a room with my twin sister and she could come in, turn on the light and get changed – all without me even stirring. Then when I got married, my husband would get up on the weekend, go for a jetski and return to wake me mid morning.

It came as a shock to me that the moment I gave birth I developed super sonic hearing. Suddenly the start of a small whimper in the middle of the night would wake me up, more alert than if an alarm had been beeping next to my ear. Since then as my children have grown, I can hear the moment that there are little footsteps in the carpeted hallway. It must be a mothering instinct to listen out whilst ‘sleeping’ to make sure your children are okay. Obviously the fathering instinct is completely different! I know fathers who have had their children climb into bed across them without them being aware! 

My bionic ears have also served me well when I’m not asleep. The kids can scream and laugh at the top of their voices and I don’t pay too much attention, but the moment I hear whispered talking and giggling my ears prick up to hear what mischief is being planned. It is always far more concerning when kids are quiet than playing loudly!

I’m assuming as our teenagers get older, this sensitive hearing will also come in useful for keeping track of what time they get home after a night out! I worry that I will have more sleepless nights from this than when they woke regularly for feeds as babies.

I wonder whether this altered sense of ‘sleep alertness’ will be something I will have for the rest of my life or whether when the kids leave home I can return to sleeping like a log once again!


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