“I had no idea how absolutely imperative it is to be in a Queen pack, I had no idea how much love and support and laughter would come with one, I had no idea how desperately I needed my Queens, for healing, for intimacy, for connection. … Your relationship with your Queens is such an imperative one, it will keep you sane, sisters must stick together. All of that self-doubt that you feel, all of that uncertainty, we are all feeling it, we are all feeling like big fat failures with anxiety and relationship disappointment… We need each other so desperately.” – Like A Queen by Constance Hall
I have a handful of people in my life who I wouldn’t be without. Women I’ve only known for a couple of years but who I trust, love and rely on above most others. These are the women who were there through pregnancy yoga and antenatal classes. Who drank coffee with me on my first solo trip out of the house with Jenson. Who were there the first time Jenson set foot in a swimming pool and celebrated his first and second birthday. Women who I compare stretchmarks and discuss bodily functions with – and send photos of poo to (Jenson’s, not mine!).
These are the women who are so completely and utterly selfless and loving and hard working. Women who find a way to get through the day while battling heart-breaking grief. Women who run magazines while juggling two under three. Women who go to hell and back to bring their children into this world – and would do it all again. Single mums. Working mums. Fucking bad-ass mums. Mums who deserve a bleddy geet* gin after putting everyone else first all day/week/month/year.
Happy Galentine’s Day, ladies. I couldn’t do this without you ❤
*Cornish for ‘rather large’