Last Mothers Day, I wrote this post, a letter to my mum.
This year, I thought I would talk about what I love about being a mother, from when they were little to now 🙂
• the weight of a sleeping baby on my chest
• small sticky hands around my neck
• that double edged sword when only mum will do
• that first ‘I love you’
• the bittersweet moment when the sentence “I don’t need to hold your hand” is announced and you realise it’s true
• the ‘first day of school’ rundown over afternoon tea
• school plays
• sports games
• dance concerts
• late night chats
• the words “Wait til you hear what happened today!”
• an arm tucked through mine for no other reason than to be close
• the words “You will never know how much I love you, mum!”
• surprise cups of tea in bed
• notes and pictures
• early morning snuggles in bed
• phone calls just to say hi
• ‘thanks mum’ said with a smile
• the knowledge that no matter where they are in the world, they’re always with me
• knowing that there is nothing that can change the fact that I am their mum
And being okay with the fact that as long as I live, being a mother will cause me to experience extreme joy and extreme pain.
And everything in between.