i love being a mum.
yes, sometimes it feels like it's the hardest job in the world but it is also the most rewarding and satisfying job i have ever done... it's not even a job, in fact. it's my life now.
today as i sit in the sun listening to my 26 month old daughter sing the entire alphabet perfectly as she dances around the garden i am filled with the most amount of pride and love and happiness... i am overwhelmed by it sometimes.
i made this.
and i am in the process of growing another! and what will this new person be like?
taking care of my daughter at home has never felt to me like a chore or something i have to do, i do get the odd off day where i wish i could just go and do what i wanted to do for once... by myself! but more often than not i feel privileged to be a part of this little girls life, to help her become a person and to help her learn about who she is and about growing up... i feel very under qualified a lot of the time, but she never fails to show me otherwise with her sense of humour, her intelligence and understanding and her ability to show so much love and care for everything around her. she is an absolute amazement to me. every day.
i feel anxious about having a second child, nervous about the chaos that will surely envelop us - even more so than now! i feel worried that i wont be able to give them each the time and love they deserve. but i also am filled with excitement and wonder at the challenges ahead, the joy that poppy brings me each day is about to be doubled.
and how can that not be a good thing?