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Once upon a time, I was young and carefree. I travelled the world and was selfishly content and happy. Then, and in no particular order, I became a mother, a wife, a daughter, a sister, an employee, a retired dancer, a graduate, a cleaner, a little crinkly round the eyes, older, fatter, exhausted… In the midst of all this noise, I began writing my blog, Felicity Fox.

I’d say I was a slow and reluctant rookie when I was hurled into the world of motherhood. At first, I had to get over the shock of what had happened. Once I’d caught my breath, I

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threw myself into the spare-no-detail, post-traumatic stress, oversharing catharsis of bonding with other first time mums.

Things improved, friends were made, people avoided and memories fade. Then, I did it again. This time, however, there would be no time for bonding. Splinter groups had formed and, anyway, no one wants coffee with two under twos. My life’s focus was getting my daily caffeine hit. I’d walk for miles in my Moonboots, which promised me a svelte figure and toning on the go. Bought from John Lewis, so I reasoned it must be

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true.

I’d find a place to park the oversized double buggy strewn with shopping bags, which more often than not toppled the little darlings. Oh, how they loved to kick their legs in the air and squeal. Every day I was to mother, to enjoy and cherish. To try not to cry. To put myself last and to be grateful for it. I loved them with an intensity that was all-consuming. From the moment I got over the fact that the midwife wasn’t going to care for them for me, I got on with the job at hand. My children are my everything. But motherhood’s a

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different story; the relentlessness leaves me feeling undervalued and overworked.

I turned to the blog. For work, I’d been keeping up with the Joneses on social media with Facebook, Google+, Twitter, Pinterest, Instagram. I was digital fanatic working across multiple platforms, doing very little but talking the talk of the virtual world.

I’d been making up stories, diary entries, poems, musings, letters, post-its and to-do lists, doodling on every spare bit of paper; Some stories make it on to the page, others remained in my head. I’d read

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all the great writers at university, where you read and rarely write. I’ve churned out my fair share of press releases and articles, public affairs by day and current affairs by night.

I started Felicity Fox in 2011 at a time when I was too exhausted to talk but would rather write and the blog grew from there. And inevitably, sharing once again became a part of my identity.

To all those who ask: Who needs another ‘mummy’ blog? I say, they couldn’t be more wrong. Writing is an empowering experience, it gives anyone who has a voice

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a platform. Social media spreads the blog at home and overseas.

My blog has been picked up in Australia, in America, across Europe, and most importantly, it’s read by friends, family and the wonderful women I know. And my dad. It’s also got a fair following in China, but that’s possibly cyber hacks. I’ve ruffled one or two people who like to express themselves in 140 characters, but other than that, it’s been, and is, a great writing experience and a true labour of love.

I’ve blogged about the good times, the bad times and sometimes the

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sad times. I’ve documented my mummy woes, working life, the trials and tribulations of motherhood, and everything I’d otherwise have forgotten due to sleep deprivation. All those memories are there in my blog posts. I write because I have to. It’s my own happy ever after and the best thing is, I feel as if I’m only just at the beginning of my story.

Motherhood is different for all of us… if you’d like to share your thoughts, why not join our Network & start posting?

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- 26 Mar 15

Once upon a time, I was young and carefree. I travelled the world and was selfishly content and happy. Then, and in no particular order, I became a mother, a wife, a daughter, a sister, an employee, a retired dancer, a graduate, a cleaner, a little crinkly round the eyes, older, fatter, exhausted… In the midst of all this noise, I began writing my blog, Felicity Fox.

I’d say I was a slow and reluctant rookie when I was hurled into the world of motherhood. At first, I had to get over the shock of what had happened. Once I’d caught my breath, I threw myself into the spare-no-detail, post-traumatic stress, oversharing catharsis of bonding with other first time mums.

Things improved, friends were made, people avoided and memories fade. Then, I did it again. This time, however, there would be no time for bonding. Splinter groups had formed and, anyway, no one wants coffee with two under twos. My life’s focus was getting my daily caffeine hit. I’d walk for miles in my Moonboots, which promised me a svelte figure and toning on the go. Bought from John Lewis, so I reasoned it must be true.

I’d find a place to park the oversized double buggy strewn with shopping bags, which more often than not toppled the little darlings. Oh, how they loved to kick their legs in the air and squeal. Every day I was to mother, to enjoy and cherish. To try not to cry. To put myself last and to be grateful for it. I loved them with an intensity that was all-consuming. From the moment I got over the fact that the midwife wasn’t going to care for them for me, I got on with the job at hand. My children are my everything. But motherhood’s a different story; the relentlessness leaves me feeling undervalued and overworked.

I turned to the blog. For work, I’d been keeping up with the Joneses on social media with Facebook, Google+, Twitter, Pinterest, Instagram. I was digital fanatic working across multiple platforms, doing very little but talking the talk of the virtual world.

I’d been making up stories, diary entries, poems, musings, letters, post-its and to-do lists, doodling on every spare bit of paper; Some stories make it on to the page, others remained in my head. I’d read all the great writers at university, where you read and rarely write. I’ve churned out my fair share of press releases and articles, public affairs by day and current affairs by night.

I started Felicity Fox in 2011 at a time when I was too exhausted to talk but would rather write and the blog grew from there. And inevitably, sharing once again became a part of my identity.

To all those who ask: Who needs another ‘mummy’ blog? I say, they couldn’t be more wrong. Writing is an empowering experience, it gives anyone who has a voice a platform. Social media spreads the blog at home and overseas.

My blog has been picked up in Australia, in America, across Europe, and most importantly, it’s read by friends, family and the wonderful women I know. And my dad. It’s also got a fair following in China, but that’s possibly cyber hacks. I’ve ruffled one or two people who like to express themselves in 140 characters, but other than that, it’s been, and is, a great writing experience and a true labour of love.

I’ve blogged about the good times, the bad times and sometimes the sad times. I’ve documented my mummy woes, working life, the trials and tribulations of motherhood, and everything I’d otherwise have forgotten due to sleep deprivation. All those memories are there in my blog posts. I write because I have to. It’s my own happy ever after and the best thing is, I feel as if I’m only just at the beginning of my story.

Motherhood is different for all of us… if you’d like to share your thoughts, why not join our Network & start posting?

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