Maternal Instincts

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This one’s going to be a little more personal.

I’ve never been the type to melt over babies. I just don’t feel it. Give me puppies or kittens any day.

I probably would have 10 kids if I could birth puppies.

Instead, I have an adult son who is studying a Masters in Engineering and Management at UWA.

He is, without doubt, the best thing I’ve ever done—even though becoming a mum was never something I thought would be me.

I only have the one.
Him. My world.

It’s a Saturday today.

I started reading a new book. It is not even 1pm and five different clients are all messaging or calling while out house hunting.

And, of course, I reply. I guide them within the boundaries of “I can’t give you any financial, legal, or real estate advice,” but I share what I can: encouragement, experience and empathy.

Only up to page 12 in my new book.

This market is tough.

I feel their frustration, their stress, their moments of “it’s never going to happen for us”.

And then I feel their joy when they win.

They call me before they even call their parents to say they’ve secured a property. And I celebrate like I really AM their mum.

It doesn’t matter if they’re younger, my age or even older.

I’m proud of them all. For persisting. For fighting for what they want. Working together and letting me help them.

Their achievement becomes my achievement too.

And it hits me.

Maybe I only have one son and maybe I’ll never be the baby kissie kissie type.

But I LOVE taking care of my clients.

That maternal instinct I never thought I had? Turns out it’s alive and well and it shows up every day in this job.

And honestly? I wouldn’t trade it for anything.