They say that Mothers of little boys are busy from son up to son down. As a mum to 3 boys, I’d have to say that rings true! One of the mottos that I live by is Keep Calm and Carry on. Meant for British citizens as a strategy in world war II, it has meaning for me as a mum.
It says in Psalms that “Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning” This I have found to be true. No matter how bad a night it has been with my 2 year old he is a bundle of joy in the morning.
Charles Dickens began his novel a tale of 2 cities with this statement “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness…” And to me this has a ring of truth re motherhood. You laugh more, you cry more, you have the best of days, you can have the worst of days. You have days when you feel like you’re the wise adult and then you have days when you feel foolish.
A mum tweeted recently “Words you never want to hear when a child wakes you at 2.30am: “I’ve vomited. It’s everywhere.” Kind of sums it up.
I’ve been to the eye clinic to have a son prescribed glasses. I’ve had sleepless nights due to sick children. I’ve made jelly for visitors that hasn’t set, I’ve spent a morning at a mall wearing my jacket inside out. Driven off without the stoller (luckily baby was in the car). Left the garage door up all night.
But last year we celebrated a first birthday, we saw our eldest start school. I’ve watched my youngest learn to crawl, and heard him say mum. I’ve had a valentines day card from my oldest, my youngest comes running to give me spontaneous cuddles and my middle one makes me special creations from playdough.
It is the best of times!
Blue Skies & Lollipops 