I used to think that if I didn’t have any expectations about something, then I could never be disappointed afterwards.
When we were hoping for a baby, consumed with life lived in fortnights, if I didn’t expect a positive result at the end of the month, supposedly I wouldn’t be disappointed.
At school, if I didn’t expect to receive an A grade, theoretically I wouldn’t be disappointed with anything less.
But it never worked.
I was always disappointed by the slipping by of another long and precious month, or school and university results of less than an A.
So yesterday, even with no expectations, I drove home from the Little Birdy Market in Echuca disappointed.
I shouldn’t have. We made sales to around a dozen people, discussed our products, gave out postcards, spoke about custom-made mobiles and, above all, had a lovely day.
I can turn my disappointment around (and just did) the same as I used to; being grateful for another month that Anthony and I had together on our own and where an outing meant grabbing my handbag and heading out the door.
I quite like our outings now, where times of departure can revolve around sleeps or breastfeeds and while grabbing my handbag, I also need to remember drinkers, nappies, wipes, snacks, coats and spare outfits, dummies, toys, crayons and a couple of books.
I love how capable I feel when all of this comes together.
Being a mum is the best. Selling a few dresses is a bonus.