|I used to head to bed at night and find this. Little bodies who left their own beds and met in mine. I miss it.|
To the mothers with babies, toddlers and preschoolers (or a combination of all 3)
I know your tired. It feels like you will never catch up on sleep.
You want to eat a meal uninterrupted.
You want to sleep without a baby or small child needing to snuggle in bed with you.
You want your boobs to be your own just for a day.
What do you do with all these colourful crazy toys? They seem to breed and multiply.
Why can you not shower in peace?
You wonder when this craziness will end. Because it feels like it is never going to.
You love being a mother. But some days it feels overwhelming.
|This time was chaos. But heck it was fun too.|
But I say to you.
One day you will miss that small body snuggled next to you at night.
You will miss the feel of little people sneaking in bed and their cold toes touching you while you try and sleep.
You will miss waking up and the first thing you see being their little faces.
You will miss the baby toys. Even just a little.
You will miss bathing them.
You will miss the smell of little kid shampoo, the smell of them fresh from a bath with a clean towel wrapped around them. The giggles as you dry under their arms.
You will miss feeding a bottle to a sweet baby.
You will miss pushing a pram.
You will miss the questions they ask as they devour the world around them.
You will miss nursery rhymes and the silly little songs you made up for them. PLEASE write them down, because one day you might just forget. I have forgotten some.
You might initially celebrate the end of those days. You might celebrate them growing and being more independent (I did, and still do because they are such awesome little people), but one day you will look back and try and remember something you used to say to them and not quite remember.
Being a mum to under 5's was my jam. I loved it.
I had 3 under 5 and it was busy and crazy and chaotic. But it was awesome.
I cried out of frustration and exhaustion sometimes.
I was grumpy sometimes.
I was not always my best.
Sometimes I would wish that no child would climb into my bed.
I would wish they could bathe themselves.
But now that they do?
I miss it.
I am not saying you have to embrace it all the time.
Because some nights they really do need to be in their beds.
But once and a while... Stop and really embrace that moment.
Remember how that little hand feels wrapped around your own.
How they smell fresh from a bath.
Listen to that giggle a little more intently than usual.
Because those are the moments one day you will miss and I want you to have a good vivid memory.
|Snuggling this sleeping boy was many hours well spent.|
My youngest is now almost 6. And I know that it still so young and trust me I am loving the heck out of his awesome almost 6 year old self. My oldest is almost 11 and I am over half way through my time with him at home (assuming he leaves at a normal kind of age) and I already dread the day his big grown up self leaves the nest. Although I might welcome it at the time.
But this is a lesson I learnt.
I hope someone reads it and snuggles a bit longer one day because of it.