This blog is for my children.
It’s for me too, but mostly, it’s for my boys.
It’s their baby book which in-real-life, I never got round to doing.
I want to fill it with memories, milestones, stories.
I want them to see it all – even the hard.
I’ve been writing a lot about the hard lately. I’ve had to dig deep to get through the days.
But it’s not hard because the boys are difficult.
No, it’s hard because this parenting thing? This making sure that the children are well and happy, and it’s all on my shoulders to make sure of that? The scariness of oh-my-god-I-cannot-screw-this-gig-up? The sinking feelings of not-enough-hours-in-a-day? Yes, those are the hard parts.
But the boys? My children? The pieces of my heart?
They are the easy.
Like the littlest who is 5 months old today.
Who can roll in all directions (and does, often), who stays seating up by himself for a little while, who has little teeth coming through.
Who has a ready smile and an infectious giggle. Who loves his tummy rubbed and his head stroked.
Who brightens up when he sees his brother or me. Who grabs my fingers at every opportunity.
And the toddler, who told me just the other morning, “Love you!”, both hands on my face.
Who comes up to me at random times of the day just to hug me. Who still likes to cuddle when he’s sleepy.
Who adores his baby brother and loves being with him.
Who points out colors of everything and counts them all. Who sings the Alphabet Song and Alouette all through the day.
Yes, they are the easy.
They are the reason I wake up in the morning, to do better, to be better.
They are the reason motherhood rocks.
What do you love about parenting?