For the past 16 years, it’s been just me and the kids. And when I say ‘kids,’ I should clarify—that includes not just my actual children but also the dogs, cats, and chooks. At one stage, there were even a few pet lambs in the mix! Our home was always full of life, noise, and love. My main focus over these 16 years has been to work hard, build a good life, and raise decent humans—if I do say so myself, I think I did a pretty good job of it.
Like many solo mums, I put my love life on hold—for a lot of reasons. I didn’t want to bring different men in and out of my children’s lives, I barely had the time, and to be honest, there was also the financial aspect. With no family around to help, I relied on babysitters, and by the time I covered their fees, taxis, dinner, and drinks, a simple date night turned into a bloody expensive outing. A sad fact, but true.
Now, I wasn’t a complete hermit. There were a few dates and even a brief relationship or two—if I can even call them that. But no one ever felt worth the effort, and honestly, I don’t know if I ever really wanted it enough to try, until now.
So, where to from here?
Now that I’ve got some time to myself, the kids are all grown up, where do I start? Do I dare venture into the world of dating sites, or are they really as full of undesirables as my single workmates suggest? Is it still possible to meet someone down at the local pub, or has that ship sailed? Should I head to Bunnings and pretend to be a damsel in distress among the tradies? Or maybe a cheeky trip to the local cattle sale on Wednesdays might be the perfect chance to lasso myself a farmer?
So what have I got to offer?. I like to think I’m a good catch. I’m a good kind person, I can cook and bake pretty well, and I love getting involved in my local community. I’m a straight shooter—you’ll always know where you stand with me- whether that is a good thing or a bad thing, I don’t know. I’m fairly independent too; I know how to change a tyre, swing an axe, and do all the other “blue” jobs around the house.
And if I do find prince charming…
Is dating still the same as it was when I was in my teens and early twenties?
Will I still get those butterflies in my stomach as I prepare for our first date, that mix of nerves and excitement?
Will I still try on every piece of clothing in my wardrobe to find the perfect “date outfit,” calling my best friend for the fifth time that day, just for some moral support?
I do have to admit, my idea of a good first date has changed as I’ve gotten older.
I’d happily swap the dress, heels, and fancy restaurant for jeans, boots, and a solid Parmi at the local pub.
Or even just a few cold beers on the tray of the ute, looking out over the paddocks. I love the simple things in life, and to me, actions and small gestures mean more than anything else.
I read a quote lately that said, “If you’re meant to be with someone, it will work out. Whether it’s next month or in five years, what’s meant to be will always be.”
So maybe I don’t need to go searching. Maybe Mr. Right and I will find each other when the time is right.
Whenever it is, here’s to new beginnings, new connections, and maybe even a few more butterflies