Hustle and Scribble

Let me be honest with you motherhood is the wildest ride I’ve ever been on. And I’ve taken a motorbike across rural roads with no idea where the brakes were and a bad back. But nothing, nothing, prepares you for the full-blown, soul-spinning, eye-bag-deep experience of raising a toddler. My daughter is 3. She’s sweet. Loud. Hilarious. Terrifyingly smart. And deeply committed to watching Grey’s Anatomy like it’s her moral compass. Other kids her age are obsessed with cartoons. Mine? She walks around quoting Miranda Bailey and calls scalpels “scapuls.” She is fully invested. I’m just along for the ride. Every evening, it’s, “Mummy, doctor movie!” There’s no debate. You’d think she’s got surgery scheduled. And as she binge-watches medical drama, I’m busy playing my own real-life role, chief of snacks , director of emotions, crisis manager, accidental hairdresser, and bedtime negotiator . Sometimes all at once. There are days I get through only because I’ve learned the sacred motherly ...