Yesterday was Mother's day. A celebration of being a mother, a day to let mum's relax and show them how much they are appreciated. And it made me think a lot about what it means to be a mother. Being a mother means so much more than just having a child. It means putting someone else before yourself. Always. It means loving someone so much that you physically hurt when they hurt, feel joy when they laugh and worry almost constantly about them. It's an unconditional love that only ever grows stronger. And it never stops.
There was no rest for me on mother's day. Alice still needed me to be there. To help her learn to sit on the potty, to make her favourite dinner, to put her down to nap and hold her close before bed... And although my husband was there to help, she just wanted mummy! Because mummy is the one who always does those things for her, and that doesn't change just because it's mother's day. And nor do I want it to. Because the bigger my bump grows, the more I begin to realise that there will soon be another little life clinging onto me, needing me just as much as Alice does. Our time as a family of three is coming to an end. And this thought often feels me with terror, sadness and excitement. And I vow to treasure every second of these next few months we have together before life gets a little more chaotic!
Next Mother's day I shall be a mummy of two.
Ooh. Double presents!
Here are a few from our day together: