The one where they say they are helping every last child.
It’s Saturday night after a tough day flying solo with tears, emotions and play dates.
I’m on my third glass of wine.
And the 399th time one of them has said Mummy today.
When the 400th ‘Mummy’ was ‘Mummy, we are saving the children aren’t we?’
Everything just crumbles.
Kids just have that ability.
To just break down any walls you have built up.
Any stress level that is combusting.
They can smash it down with seven words.
The power of seven words.
I’ve instilled kindness from a young age.
We sponsor Faraja from The Small Things orphanage.
We send money to children who have no water.
I’ve shared my new business idea with the children.
An idea which helps people here and overseas.
Mothers who can then help their children.
Kindness is everything and I’m going all in with that.
They are all in.
Starting a new business can induce wobbles.
Lots of them.
Then you hear your six year old tell you that we are going to save the children.
Then you know you are on the right track.
Especially when you are on that edge after a bad day.
That kind of bad day when the wine bottle looks good at 12.30pm.
I want the power of a six year old.
I’m going to harness that and go all in.