Ah that time of year again where mothers all over the world hold up their wine glasses and rejoice in being a fabulous mum. Cheers! A title that is never just given to us because we have pushed a small human out of our foof. But a title that is earned and respected. A title that makes us smile, laugh and turn into a right demon if crossed before our morning cuppa.
I was never sure if motherhood was for me. I know that I have always wanted children but to actually be a mother was a little hazy. I didn’t see myself as the mothering kind. I’m just, well *peers down at self* me. Purple frizzy hair, harlequin nails and Doc Marten’s. That’s me. I watch horror and giggle at how bad the CGI is (studying film studies at university does that to you) play games, listen to music, write, read, drink tea, eat too much cake, should I go on? You see, I thought being a mum was all about knitting little booties, always having the cupboards full and kissing bruised knees. But it’s so much more than that isn’t it. It’s a job and it isn’t a job. You don’t get paid, your food gets stolen whenever you sit down to eat and holidays are a rare mythical construct from another life or non-parent’s stories.
I remember the moment I found out I was going to be a mother, about 3 years and 8 months ago. As the nurse handed me the stick of pee (should be a holy grail HA) and told me “Your pregnant” I froze. A strange happy freeze that I was with child. A shock but a happy shock. The second time I found out I was pregnant I cried. A happy joyful cry. I hope as I grow old those memories will never fade from me for they were the moments I realised how precious and fragile life is. When I first held both my boys I couldn’t believe we had made such beautiful little babies. No words really. No words.
Hmmmm, now I think about it, is title the right word to use here? Crown? Cape? How about whatever you feel comfortable with. Whatever it is, wear it with pride and be the mum you were meant to be. Don’t let textbooks, the internet or people tell you otherwise. What matters is that your children are loved, looked after and cared for.
I would like to wish my own mother a happy mother’s day! I hope you have a relaxing day and thank-you for putting up with me as your daughter over the years. I can be stubborn and bad tempted at the worst of times. Something my eldest has inherited from me. So thank you for never giving up on me and letting me follow my dreams! *raises glass*
Right, better get a wiggle on. We are off to the beach for sand castle building, shell collecting and best of all CHIPS! Chippy chips! NOMNOMNOM!
Hop hop wiggle wiggle