This post is for the Maternity Matters meme hosted by The Life and Times of a Domestic Anarchist (http://domesticanarchist.blogspot.com/), and it’s actually quite a thought-provoking theme.
It’s easy to focus on the struggles and the difficulties of parenthood, especially when it’s all a new experience (goodness knows I focus on it enough!). But it’s really all the lovely stuff, all the little things that make being a Mummy the most rewarding, most exciting, and most special role in the world.
Little things like watching The Baby grasp her dummy by the handle and tug it out of her mouth, through her teeth so it makes a ‘pop’ as it exits; throw it with an over-exaggerated out-stretched arm only for it to land less than a foot away from where she sits; reach over and pick it up, examining it while turning it over and over in her tiny hands; and place it back in her mouth at a jaunty angle, and grin behind it with pride that she put it back in all by herself.
Little things like listening to her over the monitor in a morning making chatty little noises to, presumably, the toys in her cot, saying, “Tha tha tha tha!! Trrrrrrrrrrrr!!”, and squeaking in excitement, followed by a string of raspberry-blowing. This type of alarm-call at 5am is really quite bearable.
Little things like watching her pull herself to her feet from sitting, using the arm of the sofa, or my hands, and seeing the excitement in her face as she realises she is standing on her own feet.
Things that make me sob with joy and love, like the sound of her giggling, her smile when I walk into a room, and the excitement she shows with kicking legs and flapping arms when I read her a story. Things that make me laugh, like how big her big toes actually are, and all the dimples in the backs of her hands and on her elbows.
This is what parenting means to me. The pride that fills my heart and brings tears to my eyes each time The Baby learns something new, or does something that makes her smile. However hard things get, she makes everything more than worthwhile, and I often can’t believe how privileged I am to be her Mummy.