My thoughts on Mother's Day

Before I became a mum I thought I was pretty tough....oh boy....I had tasted nothing. I laughed this morning when I remembered our old church which would have questions with prizes for mums on Mother's Day. One year "who has had the biggest baby?" Yes I took the [much needed; I am still traumatised] prize for that - my first little man weighed in at 12lb9oz - 5.71kg! Yikes. The next year they said they wouldn't ask that questions again, Anna obviously still had the record there! Instead "who had the smallest baby?" What a laugh when it was realised my second little man was at 5lbs. This memory always makes me laugh - it captures for me how different the journies have been with both of them and how much I have had to change what I do second time around.

So so much for being tough. Tough really isn't a word that makes it into motherhood. I went to a church this morning where they had "lifelines" all over the place - I took a "little emotional" remembering journey feeling thankful for so many things - mostly which I survived these first 6 years!! And also -

- I get to bring my kids up in NZ, where we can be outside so much of the time, they can learn so much just experiencing this beautiful part of the world.
- Of all the health things that could have gone wrong, the only one that continues is Ns eyesight, which he manages pretty well.
- I survived the exhaustion, the extreme tantrums, the sickness, the worry, the depression, and the anxiety - I now sleep well, the boys sleep well, and most days look forward to what the day will hold
- I have made some amazing friends through this journey.
- I am learning to let people see who I really am rather than putting on a good show
- I have had time to explore my creative side and experiment with so many parts of me.
- I have come to know God as someone who is real and with me even in the darkest of times.

the list could go on but I will leave it here for now #blessedonmothersday :)

My Champ

My Cuddly :)