Becoming a mummy has absolutely changed my life, completely, in every way.
It occurred to me at somewhere between 3am and 4am this morning whilst cuddling my 10 month old to sleep after two and a half hours of ‘partying’ between his cot and my bed, that this moment was in fact sacred. Despite being sleep deprived, having a banging headache and a dead arm, this is what being a mummy is all about. It’s being ‘there’ for your baby no matter the circumstances. Although these sleepless nights are well horrific, its a phase and I’m sure one day when I’m no longer needed I’ll long for a midnight cuddle.
So with these thoughts in mind I decided to write a somewhat thrown together poem of thoughts about what motherhood means to me, here goes.
There’s nothing quite so quintessentially British as sitting down with a cup of tea is there? For me, my bag of choice is Yorkshire Tea, quite frankly it is the best and I never get tired of the taste. I am also partial to a peppermint tea or a spiced apple as it tastes like Christmas, but those would never take the place of my beloved Yorkshire.
My love for tea is very deeply rooted as my mother pretty much raised me on tea, as a massive fan herself she consumes on average about ten cups a day, seriously! She loves a teapot where as I am a brew in a mug kind of gal. Anyway for as long as I can remember getting up in the morning, coming home or someone coming round – all perfectly good reasons for putting the kettle on.
Oliver is now 6 months old and we’re at a stage where I’m getting a bit more sleep and I’m confident in everything I’m doing with him that I can really enjoy our time together without worrying if he’s had enough milk, or sleep, or if his poo is the right colour (to all those without kids yes you really worry about this stuff, it’s crazy I know!). I’ve recently been negotiating my hours for when I go back to work and it’s now hit me that spending everyday with Ollie has an expiration date.