Sweet nothings

I'm more and more in love with Aidan each day.

It's taken me 3 years, but I think I've finally come to a point where I really do really LOVE being a mum.

First I was afraid. Then I resented it. Then I became angry, and regretful for what I felt I was missing out - a career, accolades, being productive.

At the beginning of this year, I made peace with it. I told God, I'm ok with waiting...

At the end of this year, I'm actually happy.

There are frustrating days of course. Many many ones, like last Wednesday when he decided poo is a great substitute for crayons and proceeded to decorate my walls.

But there are also days that make me laugh and cherish him all the more... like when he decided poo is a great substitute for crayons and proceeded to decorate my walls.

Now, as I stumble into bed after a long day, all I really want is to curl up in a ball next to him, and hug him til we both fall asleep to the sound of his soft breathing.




NB: Just as I typed the last paragraph, my door softly creaked open and Aidan peeked in! It's 10.45pm!!
"I'm not sleepy mum.
"What are you doing here bubs?"
He climbed into bed next to me, lay down on my chest and said, "But I want to sleep with you mum."
Bliss!!