Being a mother is...

13 January 2016

The fabulous Talya asked me to be a part of the; "Being a mother project" over at her fantastic blog Motherhood the real deal. I was absolutely honoured to be asked to take part as I am among such amazing company there with some of my favourite bloggers.  Pop over to Motherhood the real deal and read some of the other posts in this superb series. This is my response to the very funny and talented Talya's question Motherhood is... 

Dear Friend,

I am a mother, mum, mama, mummy, mam whatever you want to call it!

I can not say that I always wanted to be a mum.  

I just accepted that being a mum was what you did. I didn't question it. 

You grew up, met someone, got married and had a baby or babies. (And in my family the norm was one of each, boy girl.)

But in actual fact my Prince Charming didn't arrive. All my friends partnered off but I stayed hidden on the bargain shelf.

I wasn't swept off my feet until I was 31. I had resigned myself to the fact that I would be the weird woman at the end of the road who lived alone with her animals (joke).

I was crazy auntie Catie, who loved her nephew and niece to bits. I was career woman, working in a high flying consultancy job. I had great friends and partied hard. I was content happy with my life!

Then I met hubby. Everything changed really quickly. We knew we wanted to be with each other and we knew we wanted kids straight away. We wanted to be a family!

I became mum...

Being a mum is everything and nothing like I expected! 

I expected that I would:

  • Be knackered.
  • Be sleep deprived 
  • Have mountains of washing.
  • Be a feeder of fussy eaters.
  • Have less time for me.
  • Worry less about my clothes, shoes etc 
  • Juggle work and family.
  • Get involved with their school.
  • Help with homework.
  • Lose some friends and gain others.
  • Replace the gym with watching or driving my kids to football, swimming etc.
  • Cry at the school play, Christmas concert, etc
  • Go out less.
  • Never get a lie in again.
  • Put their needs before mine.
  • Love my kids!

I didn't realise that I would:

  • Be so proud.
  • Struggle.
  • Laugh so much that I wet my pants.
  • Have a special needs child. 
  • Love swings so much.
  • Enjoy bike rides.
  • Swap football practice for Physio and speech therapy.
  • Love the smell of my boys hair.
  • Have to fight for my son to receive help. 
  • Really love cuddles.
  • Enjoy doing absolutely nothing together. 
  • Be good at Mario Kart. 
  • Swap business meetings, for Dr appointments and therapy sessions.
  • Know the names of every Skylander.
  • Be so patient/Get so frustrated.
  • Hate housework with a passion. 
  • Be scared about the future! 
  • Feel lonely.

But underlying everything that I write about, talk about, brag about, moan about, laugh and cry about is love...

I knew I would love my kids what I wasn't prepared for was the all consuming, overwhelming, unconditional love that I would feel! The love that drives you on no matter how exhausted, frustrated, ill, angry, sad, scared, bored, lonely or damn right confused you are, to do the best by your kids.

No matter what. I will always love my boys and I hope they will always love their imperfect mum too! 

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