25/04/2026
I am a wife. I am a daughter, a niece, an aunty. I am a teacher and a Celebrant … and I am a mum. A mum to three incredible grown-up children who still light up my world every single time I see them.
My eldest daughter currently serves in the Defence Force, and my son is a veteran. He’s no longer serving, but that deep sense of duty — protecting his country and its people — still lives strong in him.
Hang in there with me… you’ll see where I’m going with this.
This morning I attended the ANZAC Dawn Service in my hometown, followed by the town march. I stood there and watched my son march alongside other men and women who, at one point in their lives, stood up to serve… for their country, for their families… for you and for me.
The smile on my face was a mile wide. The pride in my heart? Completely indescribable.
When my son was serving full-time, he was deployed overseas as a peacekeeper. Thankfully, he never had to point a weapon. My daughter too has spent time deployed overseas.
Of course I worried… but deep down, I always believed they would come home.
But this morning… something shifted. As I watched the older veterans standing beside my son — men and women in 70s, 80s, even 90s — my heart just ached. I didn’t just see the men they are now… I saw young boys. Boys waving goodbye to their mums as they went off to war. Real war.
And suddenly, I wasn’t thinking about my own children anymore… I was thinking about their mothers. The fear. The heartbreak. The not knowing. Would their boy come home? And if he did… in what state? It honestly brought tears to my eyes.
And then I thought of the young women — those beautiful, brave girls who signed up as nurses, heading straight into the chaos to care for the wounded. And again… my heart broke. For their mums.
For every parent, grandparent, sibling, aunt, uncle… standing there saying goodbye to someone they love, not knowing if they would ever see them again.
I’m crying as I write this.
Today, I remember the fallen. The soldiers. The nurses. The heroes.
But I also hold space for the families…and especially the mums.
The ones who stood there, hearts breaking, as their babies walked away.
I’m not someone who prays often… but today, I do. I pray that I never have to stand there and watch my children walk into war.
Lest we forget