At the crack of dawn this morning I was walking to the ladies bathroom to pee when I crossed paths with a man in his 50s walking out of the toilets in his daggy, flanelete pyjamas back to his van. That is when it dawned on me… The only other time in my life that I have felt so vunerable and everything is as it is, cards on the table is child birth.
It amazes me. You drag your body out of bed, hair all over the place past half a camp site to use a common toilet and shower ( god knows who has used it before you). Once your ready, your way to take care of the days duties. You hang your clothes, undies and all on lines in the common area for all to see. Thats not the only dirty laundry for all to see, all family disagreements and discussions and all discipline of children is out in the open for all those around you to look and make judgment and shake their head. So as it turns our I learnt today that camping and childbirth are similar in so many ways…..