Monday, 29 February 2016

Dear Mum In The Striped Pyjamas...

Dear Mum in the Striped Pyjamas...

Congratulations! This week you get to celebrate your very first Mothers Day! I bet you are basking in the glow of your little one. Feeling relaxed, refreshed and generally being treated like the Queen you are. No? Oh I forgot your child is younger than one. More than likely you are knackered, in your pyjamas again and wondering when it all gets a little bit, well more rewarding?

I am here as the voice of reason and the voice of hope to tell you? It does. At the moment you may be in charge of a new born. Not knowing your arse from your elbow, consumed with a sort of tiredness you never ever knew was possible. Your day is a routine of sterilising and washing. Oh and a bit more washing. Or? You may be trying to wean your little one. Cursing Annabel Karmel and wondering how the hell you get your small child to eat a whole piece of mango. Or you could be at the nine month stage and work is on the horizon. Your stomach is a knot of guilt and each moment is more bitter sweet than the last.

She's asleep! This is a breeze!!! (sound of sh*t hitting a fan)

My girl who provided me with my very first Mothers Day is now the grand old age of five. And imagine this. She sleeps through the night, can consume mango by the fistful and when I go to work? Happily waves me off. She doesn't remember me in my never end round of different sick stained pyjamas. And doesn't recall me screaming at her Dad when he criticised me for changing a nappy wrong (the d*ck. I'm still cross about it). She didn't see me crying into my pillow after ANOTHER tantrum where she said that I wasn't her favourite. And has no clue that sometimes when I dropped her off at nursery I sobbed so hard I had to do my make up again on the way to work.

What she does remember? Is lazy days snuggling in bed. Times we went to the zoo with her brother on my days off. Going off to buy her big girls pants and a super snazzy Minnie potty. Cheering and doing a special dance when she finally slept through the night. And me cheering with a lump in my throat when she was an angel in the Nativity play at school. She thinks I'm ruddy amazing. Even on those days where I am still a bit grumpy, the tatty pyjamas creep back on again and a tablet is shoved in her hands.

I MADE THIS HUMAN IN MY WOMB AND SHE IS AMAZING!

So lovely new Mum celebrating your very first special Mothers Day. At some point give the kiddo to your other half, sit down, and take stock of all the amazing things you've done. Whether it be rocking your little one to sleep when you could have dropped down dead with tiredness yourself. Or taking a bullet and going back to work, leaving your precious one in the care of another so you can provide them with the very best they deserve. Sometimes? You're a bit crap. And your jamas could do with a good wash. But generally? You f*cking rock.

Love and respect

Someone who has been there.
And done that.
And survived xxx

7 comments:

  1. I love this post! It could have been written 'Der Katie'. Thanks for making my crazy existence feel a little more normal xx

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    1. Ah lovely. We are all a bit cray cray. That's half the fun! ;) x

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  2. What a lovely post! And so very true!
    (Enjoy it while it lasts. My boys do still love me, but they don't really show it. Luckily my daughter still adores me, but I know I'm living on borrowed time now!)

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    1. God I hope I have such an amazing bond with my girl when she is older! I would be so lucky! x

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  3. Thanks - think we all need a little pep talk now and again x

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    1. Glad you enjoyed it! We sure do. I have to keep reminding myself! x

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  4. Oh I love this! Perfect. I did get spoilt today actually, my husband cooked for me and my family! I still feel pretty knackered but it was a great day. Happy Mother's Day to you.

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