This post is a little different to most of my usual posts…I’ve written a letter to my son.
I feel like I became a mother as soon as I knew your heart was beating in my womb because my decisions were almost all about you from that moment on. It was just over 6 months ago that you entered the world and I felt I should mark it somehow. I could write another soppy post about how adorable you are or all the things you can do now. Instead, I thought I’d be a bit reflective (and selfish!) and write about myself. I think my face and body tell the story of the last 6 months…
The lines around my eyes are deeper, more noticeable, because I laugh more. I look older. I am smiling most of the time because how could I not smile at your gorgeous grin? I laugh at your noises, giggles, expressions and even your shitty nappies.
My clothes are chosen based on what I can feed you in, how easily dribble stains show up and if I can play on the floor with you without being indecent.
My hands are dry because I’m always washing them after changing your nappies and cleaning up after you. If I do paint my nails it chips from doing poppers up.
My legs are unshaven and unmoisturised because who has time for that?
I have got really good at walking with you balanced on my hip and doing things one-handed. It feels like my natural posture now.
My hair is tied up as you so love to pull it!!
I always have bags under my eyes because I don’t sleep or rest as much these days.
Shoes have to be comfortable so we can walk around the park or to see friends.
My arms feel empty when I’m not holding you. Each cuddle now feels a little more special as you get ever closer to being able to crawl and I know you will want these hugs less and less.
I am bigger than I used to be, but my body has achieved so much.
I look like your mum and it’s the best look I’ve ever had.