Strangers would ask me, “are these your children?”
I’d say, “no, they’re not mine.”
I would come to realize I was wrong.
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Part 7 – And Now For Some Testosterone
Bindi was due to give birth to her and Sam’s second child in a matter of a couple of weeks. We didn’t know the sex, but we knew it was a planned birth and the date was booked. This time I did not book any travel. As the date drew closer, Bindi asked if I would look...
Part 6 – Would We Call Her Determined or Defiant?
Ayla. She was born determined. As with Annie, I wanted to spend as much time with Ayla as I could right off the bat. She was spunky right from the start - strong willed and a real clinger. I could put her on my hip, let go of her, and she’d hang on - content as could...
Part 5 – Just A Little Off The Length, Please
Annie was around 3 years old when I took her to get first ‘grown up’ haircut. She was spending the weekend with me and we were both excited about the appointment. The salon was in a very exclusive suburb of east Sydney and one that I had recently become a client. It...
About Tanya
Born in a country town in NSW, Australia, I am one of four – the eldest and I always saw myself married and in time, with children.
While I hoped for this dream, our family grew. I innately stepped in and knew the importance of my role as an Aunty. My love for my nieces and nephews was simply just there from day one. And its physical – I can feel it.
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