8 Years of Motherhood

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My baby girl is 8 tomorrow. I’m currently trying to ignore all the clichéd mum questions in my head of “how did this happen”, “you were only born five minutes ago”, etc etc.

As true as they are, it is also equally overwhelming how proud I am to watch L get older, learn new things and happily observe her personality growing. She shows a determination that knows no bounds, and inspires us everyday.

That new baby stage was a total blur of all the post-birth stuff such as recovery, sleep, feeding, and repeat. During the labour, everything seemed so surreal that a particularly enthusiastic (read: downright frightening) midwife appeared to snap off the bottom half of the bed at one point. Turns out it was actually detachable, but still.

Things continue to be a bit disjointed for a while, until you settle into a routine. And then that routine promptly changes, and another one begins. Which I guess, is my experience of parenting to date. You are always kept on your toes. Thrillingly so at times, and frighteningly so, in equal measures.

We’re well out of the baby, toddler and little one phases, and embarking on a much more grown up girl stage. I find myself looking to L for insight, and she most definitely will tell me if an outfit looks terrible.

She’s by my side, showing me my own strengths and weaknesses. I want to be the best for her and her brother, and continually strive to work hard at motherhood. This morning I nailed it by having my hair dried in time to make pancakes for breakfast. It’s a small thing but I felt so happy to plate up their favourite on a week day.

And that is the reality of motherhood; some days are a win, others not so much. Mini accomplishments are the great ones, and must be celebrated. We are too quick to berate ourselves, and need to appreciate the little things. They are no doubt what the kids will remember. I have treasured memories of huddling around in the kitchen, chomping pancakes before school.

This time 8 years ago, I was preparing for our new arrival. Later that day we were given the best present in the entire universe. I can’t wait to see what the next 8 years bring.

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