What do you love about being a mum?

10 May


“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.” Charles Dickens A Tale of Two Cities (1859).

Charles Dickens wasn’t talking about motherhood when he wrote these words but like any brilliant literary figure, his words resonate in so many situations, no more than when it comes to being a mother.

Motherhood is a blur. It’s a flurry of excitement, tiredness, laughing while running, breaking things, getting and giving more hugs and kisses than you can count, love, exhaustion….

When I ask myself – what do I love about being a mum – the answers are so simple, so basic, so universal. It gives me a sense of a bigger picture that I am a part of. And it isn’t just parents who are part of this amazing thing called life. We are all the children of someone and we can all look out for children in our own way.

I’m on the front-line. With three children the great expectations I’ve been taught to have about my kids and their potential, I battle through each day. Each day I wake up planning to be a better mother. Each day I try and teach them new things. Every single day I make an effort to give them healthy food and do what is best for them. Each day I fail in some small way. But the beauty is that at the end of the day everything can be fixed with kisses, hugs and affection as they crawl contentedly into bed ready for more adventures the next day.

I love kids foods. Cordial, cheese sticks, chocolate Yogo, Zooper Doopers, tiny little packets of sultanas, fairy bread…

I love how they wake up. My eight-year-old boy struggles to get up. The only way to get him up is to start the shower and let him stumble in. My four-year-old boy gets up straight away and walks straight to the lounge to lie down. He watches me run around getting everything done and when he’s fully awake he walks to the dining table and waits for me to put breakfast in front of him. My two-year-old daughter runs out of bed. She comes out running and giggling, smiling at the new day, her curly hair sticking out at all angles.

At bedtime my eight-year-old becomes a little boy again. He needs lots of attention and he needs to feel happy and safe before he can get to sleep. A story about Spiderman usually helps. My four-year-old starts to fall asleep before I’ve even left the room. My little girl talks to her toys for about half an hour before falling asleep, usually with several teddy bears pulled into bed with her.

There’s so much more to say. We really are truly blessed.

Happy Mother’s Day. You’re a kiss and a hug away from a happy day.

La Dolce Vita – Jo Abi

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