So far in my journey of motherhood, I have learnt more and more than I ever thought possible:
- How to prepare an entire meal one handed
- Shower with a baby attached
- Sing incy wincy spider a thousand times to get a smile
- To soothe a tummy with a warm hand and furious bicycle legs
- To change a nappy with one hand and do an entire puppet show, complete with voices, with a sock found on the floor with the other
- That alone time really is just about having a minute to have a wee
- 4 hours total sleep can equal a good nights rest
- Cake can equal breakfast (as can last nights dinner!)
- Breast milk can fix anything from a rumbly tummy to a sticky eye to a bout of nappy rash
But the thing I have learned that has surprised me the most is how confident I am in me.
I no longer look to others, or seek, approval but rather trust my instincts.
I ask for help and am full of gratitude when being advised, and in turn I try and help other parents with the tips and tricks I’ve learned.
That my work, although most enjoyable, no longer gives me the satisfaction I once had. And I feel complete only when I get home and get smothered in Peachy love and dribble.
To be a mumma is the hardest and most rewarding job in the world and I wouldn’t give it up for all the Loubatin’s in the world.
“If evolution really works, how come mothers only have two hands?” —Milton Berle