Urban women don't breed in their twenties. Shortly after, I became a mother too, which is why I was probably so child friendly.

I grew up in a mostly Buddhist environment.

Tall, sandy blonde, with sort of blue eyes, skinny in places, fat in others. An average gal.

On a fundamental level - I know so many women in their 30s who didn't get married, or they did and it didn't work out, or they didn't have children because they were trying to get their careers going, or because they were expected to be independent, plus have a family. They didn't feel secure enough.

I'm very happy at home. I love to just hang out with my daughter, I love to work in my garden. I'm not a gaping hole of need.

I love and adore being a mother. It's the greatest gift I've ever been given.

As one does with a first child, I found out that my baby could roll by hearing the sound of her body hit the ground at 4 a.m. and obviously, for any new parent, that is the most horrifying thing that could happen, right? You're exhausted and you take your tiny little baby out and you put them on the bed to change diapers before nursing and you turn around and you discover... my baby can roll! And you think you're going to die.