Mother’s Day around here tends to be a day of rushing around, forgetting to buy presents, writing cards on the run, making portable type desserts and getting in and out of the car what seems like twenty times. I do dream of a day where we go out for a lazy lunch and I can spend the day cuddling my boys.
Despite the rush and craziness, it is a good opportunity to reflect on this crazy thing called Motherhood.
I was NOT a maternal type teenager. I was driven and academic and dreamed of long working hours and a rewarding career. Then I hit my mid-twenties and I NEEDED a baby. I’m not really sure what happened. Something in my biological clock ticked over and I decided IT WAS TIME to start a family. I’m glad it did – it took us a little while to have our first precious boy and I am so glad that we didn’t wait until later. I gave up a wonderful career to be a mummy. And I have never, ever regretted it.
I simply feel now that I was made to be a mummy. Some days are draining, unrewarding and exhausting. Others are fun and special and make it all worthwhile. These two boys are funny and clever and gorgeous and I love them to bits. I am so blessed to have been trusted with their little lives. I cook, clean, sew, cuddle, soothe, shop… and love every part of my domestic mummy-life. I’m ‘just a mum’ and I love it. Crazy but true.