I was working studiously on my impending uni assignment when I heard a rather tentative knock at the front door. Always living in hope that it would be a huge bunch of flowers or box of hand made chocolates being delivered from an adoring fan, I bolted downstairs to find two small women, clutching bags and bowing repeatedly at me through the glass.
I opened the doors and said hello. They bowed a few more times and explained that they were from South Korea and wanted to preach to me (their word) about being a mother.
I have to be honest, I was rather floored.
Every now and then I open the door to various religious groups wanting to preach about the word of God, or the Son or the gift of life or how I should become a Jedi for the next census. I am terribly polite but do not let them stay to talk. I respect other people's views and their right to have them, and I wish people would do the same for me. If it's ridiculously hot I will offer you a cold drink but it doesn't mean I want to convert.
So I was kind of curious about what two very young women, with no children in tow wanted to tell me about being a mother. They may have been mothers themselves but I don't know. They wanted three minutes of my time, but then started pulling out videos from their bags.
I explained that I was already a mother of two, with another coming and I was very happy with my lot in life, but alas I had one day a week to study and this was it, so thankyou but no. I bowed politely and gently closed the door.
I admit I will remain interested what the young ladies could have told me through their preachings, and the irony is not lost on me that I have already spent more than three minutes typing this post. The same three minutes I told them I did not have.
But the only people I learn about being a mother from is my children. They are my teachers and my mentors. They constantly reward me and keep me on my toes.