08/03/2023
I love this. A gentle reminder that they grow all too quickly.
Enjoy the small person cuddles and drink in their warm sticky heady smell. Savour their chubby little hands reaching to connect with us
As I find myself with nearly an empty nest.
2 Pidgeons have flown off on far away adventures, while one have moved stomping upstairs.
I am reminded of summers day watching them play happily when a good friend brought us to the moment, saying for most mothers there are only 16-18 summers where our children will want to be with us to play in the sun. Take the time to stop and be in awe of our babies. For the seasons are ever changing as they grow up all too quickly and fly away as they were always destined to do....
Thankfully most return home often to connect and share their new learning of life beyond our nest.
You stopped napping six months ago. But yesterday, out of the blue, after an all-consuming tantrum, you fell asleep on me at 4pm. This was beyond a danger nap. Catastrophic!
Initially, I tried to rouse you. But my efforts were half-hearted. Because it felt like a gift. This daytime cuddle that I didn't realise I had missed so much.
So I submitted instead. I sank lower down into the couch and breathed you in. As though it were the last time. Because there will be a last time for everything.
You seem to be edging out of toddlerhood all of a sudden. The baby in you is leaving. A little boy now. Your face has changed so much, but somehow not at all.
My mind raced to all the shoulds. 'I should be making dinner', I thought. 'Bedtime's going to be so late'. I thought of all those articles that push the importance of a consistent bedtime.
Then I thought too about how the constant quest for routine drove me routinely mad in the early days.
And so I let go of my weird fixation with the 7.30pm bedtime. You woke as daddy came through the door. We all ate spaghetti together. Then we danced about the living room to 90s R&B in an effort to tire you out. We saved ourselves the stress of a long-drawn-out bedtime and you went to bed the same time as us.
It felt forbidden. I felt momentarily like a bad mum somehow. But mostly like a happy one. Maybe I'm finally starting to relax into this motherhood gig.
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Words: Karen McMillan (Mother Truths)
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Words taken from: "Lessons: Reflections on Early Motherhood".
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